redfirefaery

there is a point where boredom and wakefulness collide to inspire creativity. unfortunately, i usually encounter this point late at night or in the early hours of morning, at times when i should definitely be sleeping. tonight i wander my home, crusing silently from room to room as i attempt to remove the superglue from my left index finger, which managed to find its way there during my last attempt at creating beautiful decoration for that thing i consider the universe's greatest work of art. perhaps it is a bit arrogant of me, as a human, to find the human form the greatest artists masterpiece. however, i could have the right of it, and barely touch the complexity and perfect union of cells with my addition of glass, plastic, stone, and metal i combine for its accentuation. this point makes me consider that perhaps what i do as my own personal creation and art is useless, since its combination with the human body merely distracts from the form, and is, overall, without apt purpose, and without aesthic purpose, i once again become restless and bored, and wander my home, shuffling softly across my kitchen to prepare the cup of tea that will, hopefully, eventually, assist my sleep so that i may be free of the creativity creeping up again in my mind.....