The world was never ready for my kind you know. You should start to realize that the world is quite flawed for the most part. Even the earth's not a perfect circle. Its freaking spherical!
Expect for its commentary effects in creating the likes of me. One of the only reasonable realness the world has to offer.
They say a genius is born, not made.
It's okay if you cannot begin to grasp the simple understanding. You will, soon enough.
*****
I stare at the blank canvas paper. Assessing each corner on where to begin. My gaze fixated on the nothingness staring before me. The past week had been a marathon of paintings and drawings; an escape from reality. Purging the darkness within me; turning into the beautiful canvas hung around the apartment.
My hands brush through my loosely tied bun, releasing my curly hair strands over my face. My neck moves in a quick rotation, responding to tiredness spreading across my body. But I was nowhere close to wrapping up. A new muse seemed to be in sight. Waiting to burst out of me.
I roll up my sleeves, stare at the bright reflection of the sun for a moment. Capturing a brief sense of beauty within before proceeding to release the unknown; my perhaps best canvas.
It takes 4 long hours from the lines, symmetry and paintings but they do a perfect job at expressing every bit of emotions. The line where perfection meets anguish; pain but in a sweet melodramatic scenario. My eyes lighten up at the painting before me; A stunning young lady dressed in pale featherlike dress.
Her astonishing eyes enough to drown the whole city in its longing. Holding unto sharp knife which inflicts pain within. Yet a rare view of her from the side shows her never ending torment, sadness within her eyes. Tears streaming down her face while her necklace shines a bright golden light.
My smile widens at the satisfaction within. Mesmerized by its beauty. My index finger gently brushes the edge of the painting, stopping to access my engraved trademark at the later end. I take a pause, moving back a little to soak in this artistic beauty.
My hand reaches for the sculpture knife on my desk while I firmly grip its end. My gaze unhinged while I dig into my left palm. Slightly flinching at the blood pouring out of the incision. Marking gentle steps toward the painting, I wave my hand towards the painting, sprinkles of blood spattered over the young maiden's dress. Creating a more hyper realistic message I had desired.
My latest muse; "Ateria falls (find meaning)"
It takes some minutes to clean up, while I put my now tainted apron aside. I take a quick shower, get dressed in comfy clothes. Then walk towards the living room.
Heaving a sigh of relief while I pour myself a cup of coffee. I barely had the opportunity of enjoying the malt taste melt into my mouth before a half-naked masculine figure walked out of my master bedroom in nothing but tights. I continue sipping off my mug while my eyes silently enjoy the sexy menace before me.
Adrian walks over to my direction, a small grin spread across his face. "What have you been up to?". His hands, pressed against my hips.
To which my eyes roll in scorn. "Since when do we get all personal? Keep talking and I might puke all over". His warm laughter spreads across the room, giving life to its numb existence.
We met at an art gallery a few years back. I could recall the first words we said to each other while staring at the same painting "so unoriginal (Find better words" which earned a perplexed glance from us both. Let's conclude we've been somewhat acquaintances ever since.
Adrian sighs, staring into my eyes as if trying to puncture into my soul but I get it. I'm not dumb enough not to realize our little arrangement had started to crumble.
Like others, he was gradually succumbing to the fleeting emotions of what ifs and what could be with us. Although I'd be damned if I don't miss his insatiable offerings. "You completed a painting, didn't you?" he whispers. Caressing my chin softly. "Uhmm." I try respond but my mind is buried deep into thoughts of what he'd do to me. '
We might as well make the last time worth it…' I mumbled within myself. Before he drags me into whatever he's got going on in his head.
My hands brush against the tip of his hardened length, earning a soft groan from his lips. "you're not playing fair miss...". I bit my lower lips. my vision already blurred at my desire standing before me. "When have I ever been fair?".
He spins me over, my chest resting on the counter while he makes his way between my thighs. The slapping sounds of his cork against my graciously lubricated vagina sends me in ecstasy. In splint seconds I am thorn with begging for more while he tells me to scream louder.
Adrian takes a peek at my face but his attention draws closer to the bandage on my palm. He slowly pauses in his movements which gets me slightly irritated. "What happened to your hand?". I ignore his question, placing his hands back on my hips. "Just shut up on fuck me!". To which he gladly continues with a lustful grin on his face while he spanks me harder.
*****
The doorbell rings as I walk into the bookstore. I spend 30 long minutes waiting for my art curator, only to have her ring my phone, going on for ages on how sorry she was and why she couldn't make it. My stomach churns in irritation as I read her texts on rescheduling time and location. "they're all the same aren't they." But deep down I knew she was different. With her straight face and peaceful aura. She proved useful; most times. Getting down to business as usual.
I glanced at the book in my hands for a few more seconds before placing it down. "Rich Dad Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki". It wouldn't hurt to get a little more knowledge on real estate. Might as well make my short time here productive. I grab my coat and head towards the door.
A small jar of sweets sat on the front desk while my attention is snatched by a child trying to reach its tip. I walked towards the exit, packed a handful of sweets from the jar. My smug smile meets with the little boy frowning at me while I dip the sweets straight into my pocket and head outside.
You're probably wondering what my name is. Let me spare you the misery…
Its Adeline.
Adeline Reynolds. A pleasure to meet you.