painting, panting, clenching, clutching.

I'm not usually so self conscious about what I put on here but for some reason I have this insanely overwhelming feeling that no matter how cryptic I am, someone is going to know what I'm talking about. So I'm going to paint a picture instead. 

My picture is going to be painted in a paragraph or less. It's a paint by words and there aren't very many colors to it, just a lot of reds and oranges and pinks. The first step to seeing my picture is to imagine the most beautiful sunset you've ever seen. Now take that sunset and set it against the blackest hills you can imagine and take a snapshot of what this sunset looks like at it's purest and  most beautiful moment. The ratio of orange-red and black has to be just right. Now imagine yourself somewhere high up, watching this sunset and doing something that puts you at ease. Are you holding someone's hand? Are you wearing a certain jacket? Are you there with a group of people or are you alone? Whatever it is, imagine it. Feel it. Now take another snapshot. Next, I need you to imagine you are somewhere you are completely comfortable being holding that last snap shot in your hand. You're looking at this picture and you're remembering that feeling from that moment. Everything should be orange-red, black, comforting, and warm. Finally, the last step to seeing my picture is to close your eyes and take a very deep breath while clenching your fists. Hold this breath in for a second while you imagine that picture. Now exhale slowly while unclenching your fists as your breath leaves your body.

And that, my friends, is a masterpiece.