I am pursuing my creativity like a lover in the darkness. Finding each other in every moment possible, embracing in the most intimate way. Remembering each curve, each kiss, each moment of ecstasy. Remembering our connection while we breathe life back into each other. Such bliss, such freedom, such contentment arises when we sneak away from everything or everyone else. We know we need this. We know, that to live fully, this union is imperative.
These moments of creativity are the foundation of what fuels my soul, and the soul loves the truth. My creativity as a lover stirs within me this sense of passion, newfound energy, and a pursuit of what lights me up. She might spend five minutes with me or a couple days, but either way, I create. She finds me in new ways; my body captivated by music, a poem sprawled across my notebook, a painting splashed onto my paper, whatever it is, I welcome her.
We find each other in the dark of night, in the fleeting moments of the day, while waiting in line; anywhere I am open to receive her, she finds me. This allure, this chemistry, this pull towards each other draws out what's wanting to come to life. With every smudge of paint, musical cord, or pen stroke, we both come alive, activating all the forgotten parts of myself.
I am seen in these moments of passion. Acknowledgment or praise is not needed for it's not about you or anyone else, but me, in that moment of creation. It's about expressing myself fully so I see myself, and that is more powerful than anything else. My creativity fuels the rest of my life, and so I must continue to dedicate myself to that; to my raw and honest passion.