2012-01-20, 11:09 AM
The silver lining of the moonlight giving a crisp silver shade of your body, the moisture visable as the mist surrounds us, feeling the sensation of your finger tips as the electricity of our tension rushes through the open air. As the clouds close in, the silver shading vanishing, creating a new canvas for my perspective to recreate as the sky turns it's darkest shade. Bolts of lightning crashing, seconds of inspirations constantly rebirthing as the roaring thunder refreshes each image. The sky as the paintbrush, you as the canvas, your beauty a pulse, can this be real? Nope Chuck Testa.