I saw a glimpse of an artist in me. Manifesting the images I see in my head into real form. That spark inside would come alive. Become a fire running rampant, beautiful in its glory. In the end I would be that devoted, consumed, passionate artist, and all else would be ash. When life is already blackened, an easy path to choose. But I shall gladly let life lead me away, my discarded paint brush burning behind.
Note: Maybe odd, but writing this post gave me some motivation to draw something. I do not plan to give up creating art, even as I believe becoming an artist is out of my grasp.