Sometimes, magic happens;
It feels like caffeine.
Fingers trembling, inspiration raging.
I get to fly, and my soul gets to widen.
Sometimes, creating becomes breathing;
It feels like an artsy obligation.
Hands working, mind living.
And a painting is born, or so does a quotation.
Sometimes, I am not a person;
It feels like I really am an artist,
And for a second I get the chance to be .
And I am alive in this action, alive in this midst.