Random words: piece, crash, coconut, addictive, slippery, probe, concept, apartment, gear, concave.
I strode out of the apartment with all my gear. I left everything else behind. I didn’t want reminders of that life anymore. After the crash, nothing was ever the same again. I wasn’t the same. I kept painting the scene over and over again: the slippery road, the concave head that wasn’t a coconut. I couldn’t get that last image of her out of my head. It was seductive, addictive even. It was sick. I had to leave. The concept piece I had been working on before the accident I left behind in the apartment full of memories. She was gone. I couldn’t stay. That life was over. I’m not going to probe my psyche to please others. Others who aren’t her. I don’t know where I’m headed, but I do know that I can’t live with that memory one more day. I need a new life to paint.