I took out a book from the table next to the dark brown chair and began reading, I had not realized I had falls asleep until I woke up to the cry of the wolves that howl to the full moon that stands before them their coats a shiny shade of misty grey a shade very much similar to the breath-taking sturgeon moon that added glory to the delightful night sky, although waking up startled is indeed dreadful it is a small price to pay for the sight as mythical as this
I tried going back to bed to get extra sleep yet no matter how hard I tried I was not able to go back to my previously disturbed slumber. I decided to ignore the tiredness flowing throw my body and go outside to enjoy the fresh zephyr ,it is spring which means the flowers will bloom's adding elegance to the plain ground the trees rise ever so high the mountains that lay far ahead stand powerfully behind all what is surrounding it of landscapes stretching far as the sky I look up to see the pristine blue sky the birds soared above the lands of glory ,oh how free they are ,the creature who withholds the ability to fly are the most fortunate out of all , the birds flutter their wings so smoothly with no sense of fatigue they rush through the air not knowing limitation they fly seeking food and shelter as they sing songs to pass the cruel cold weather which possesses no mercy to the small birds that roam around neither to the offspring of what creatures walk this earth.
They have no limit, yet they pass away in the cold or being able to keep warm not able to seek shelter before the jarring rain pours on them leaving them to die on the harsh cemented ground. Creatures with beauty room the earth, some never found some seeking safety. after a season of such cruelty comes the peaceful spring giving life to those creatures its heaven and earth I might add. The spring orders the flowers to bloom, the trees to rise and the sleeping beasts to wake.
The flowers have never been this beautiful I guess after the long season of cold, we were rewarded with an even longer spring, the flowers vibrant with rich colors radiating a calming feeling one you cannot help but relax upon noticing it. The bitter greenish land coated the surface of what we had known to be our planet, being surrounded by such beauties yet not finding flavor to it all I will not fail to admit how splendid this scenery is, yet it does not speak to me, it is feeding my eyesight yet not reaching my lousy noise filled mind.
The ground Is moist meaning the farmers have a fortunate season, I wonder is there another like me? Perhaps a farmer who dots farming yet seeks motivation someone whose mind is as lousy as mine someone who is drowning like me? It would be a pleasure meeting somebody with such a complex mind perhaps I can understand myself more when I get to understand them, analyze them even the human mind is fascinating yet complex and protected .
Psychology of the human mind has peeked my interested as a human has such a powerful tool within him yet is foolish on how to use it ,foolish on how powerful a mind like theirs is .I want to meet a person with such passion and life in them perhaps they could help me from this water I am drowning in perhaps I can avail them back.
The sun was downing the sky shifted from a stone sapphire shade to a teal stone apricot marmalade and a shade a splash of violet beauty .as the sun finishes its long day of lighting creatures lives it sets leaving the moon to take command over the vibrant sky as times passes the sky shifts to a navy indigo shade declaring the end of the day for the creatures bellow it, telling them to relax after the day they had. The sun and moon an unreplaceable duo, as they both need each other and cannot function without the other of them, they both are paramount to the mere creatures that room the earth the sun warms them after the cold night and as for the night it gives them rest and calmness. perhaps the sun and moon are soulmates, completing each other, availing one another perhaps they sadden when they separate from the other .
Soulmates yet they cannot meet or reach a sorrowful bitter story .the night brought arctic weather forcing me to head inside .I headed to my atelier ,seeking inspiration from the lively night sky ,I have got the motivation to paint ,it felt like years with no art. the brush stroked the empty canvas filling it with heavens of color warming it from the harsh cold .the colors fulfilling and completing each other .I painted the moon in between the ocean of glittery stars that drowned it .the dark ever so dull ,pitch black perhaps ,yet the polished moon added elegance to the scenery ,it is the light in the dark ,a true enchanter. I set the painting to the side leaving it to dry, the once empty dejected canvas now filled with dynamic charming shades.