Fever Ballerina.

Sometimes I see the most beautiful things in my mind and they appear as paintings.
I don't paint them though because I do not think boy would like them to be seen by outsiders.
But they make my heart bloom and swell and they make a lopsided grin grow out of nowhere.
I love them, these images.
They are naked love.
They will have to stay on the inside of my head.
Become my skulls wallpaper.
Maybe when I am old and demented they will spill out onto paper.
But until that day...
They're just beautiful.
And they make me smile.

Fever ballerina.

That's all.