A graffiti artist walking on the sidewalk, a normal day.
But he comes across a large empty wall.
Headphones on head
He pauses
Looks at the wall
Immediately a canvas appeared
Room
A picture sprouted in his brain
A tingle in his index finger
Recollection of the cans in his backpack
Crime?
No.
Art?
Maybe.
Is it worth it?
Possibly.
Kneeling before the heaven ahead
Unsheathing
His only weapon of color
He puts pressure on the cap
Releasing the strongest drug known to man
Colors fly
He is gone
Amidst the fumes
Speaking nonesense
Standbys on-look to the chaos
A penny in the gutter
Homage to him
About the Creator
Sterling
Hello There! I am a young author that loves to create short stories and poems straight from the soul. My favorite genre is psychological thriller and that is what most of my stories will consist of as well as some cute loving poetry pieces.
Miniature Mind Musings #8:
Recently, I spoke with a family member who I struggled to catch up with for a longer timespan than I would’ve liked and what struck me was how societal templates filled in on successive days routinely suck our time into a vacuum of seemingly infernal deficiency.
By The Dani Writer6 days ago in Longevity
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