Paint.

Late night writing and romantic comedies. My life has become melancholy and full of longing, but an artist must suffer for his art. Perhaps the inspiration for my writing may be drawn from my life or inspiration for my life drawn from my writing but either way it is all from me. It is a constant battle; between realistic hopes or fictional fantasies. Real life may never live up to the words on the page as my mind has a tendency to wander to childlike innocence. An unrealistic dream of a perfect prince sweeping the princess off of her feet when even she did not recognize the true damsel within. But yet the unknown damsel may find her prince within the charmingly clumsy best friend and thus inspire hope as to a simple and pure romance. As an artist inspires the art, the art inspires the artist. It is a friendship unlike any other, when fiction becomes the truth and a new reality sets in. It is love. Much like the happily ever after on the final page.