Inward reflection of perception
Inspired formation of narration
Ideal temptation for creation
Incarnation of innovation
Meaningful sensory of every
Mastered reverie in summary
Measured energy to treasury
Memories so exemplary
Affluent fairness in nearness
Generating grievous convenience
Interested discontinuity in perpetuity
Inside ambiguity of gratuity
Impatient unity done beautifully
Impunity from incongruity
Nearing devotions of oceans
Nimble motions of emotions
Needing commotions where spoken
Nonremotion is golden
Ambassador for tragedy
Treating aught for naught
I circumvent my malcontent
In assent and present
Internal prevent of torment
Intent to consent
Nudging my quality
Apparently, thinking about murdering everyone wasn’t an acceptable behavior.
“Even if I don’t act on it?” They frowned, hating the conversation. They shouldn’t have been here, with mom’s husband’s brother. This was dumb.
“Not especially.” He crossed his arms. He was always like this, acting like he was always right. And people wondered why they had these day dreams of a life without people like him. “Murder is not a nice thing to do!”
They glared out the window, waiting for mom. “Well, I’m not thinking it to be nice.”
“Hm. Well, that’s a problem.”
“What?” They didn’t mean to ask, but the word escaped them anyway. They fixed their eyes more intently out the window.
“We need to work on you being more nice!”
They really wished they had a creepy uncle instead, but no. Just their mother’s husband’s brother. Gah.
The crowd stared at the blank canvas and tried to understand. It hung on the wall of the museum, the place giving it some measure of importance.
One member of the crowd decided it wasn’t worth it and left. Others followed, but the majority continued to stare.
The first one to leave hadn’t thought they’d wasted their time though. What they had taken from the experience, was that they didn’t need to look at a blank canvas in order to inspire their imagination.
They went home to paint.