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296 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 2015
Most people's souls hide inside of their minds and bodies, but Bird is inside out. Her dancing, with the sweeping transparent ribbons of color that followed, was the embodiment of a divine gift. Her dancing was the closest I could get to heaven without dying.
Bird was tempting a live wire and she didn't know it. She stood there, her finger on the switch, without even knowing how close she has come every time we met. She's tempting me...she's triggering me...
I knew no one, not even Jordan could understand what Ash and I had going on. People only saw us on the outside. My scars, his situation. We saw each other inside out.
You don't want me, Bird. You want the idea of me. The quiet artist. The guy who saved you, painted you. But I am a mystery you don't want to solve. I am a question you don't want to answer. It was simpler when it was just you dancing, and me painting.
Love is accepting someone. Flaws and all.
I wanted to tell her she was beautiful, but it almost seemed like saying that to her would be diminishing it. You don't reassure a rainbow it's colorful, or a star that it shines. Sometimes, not saying something says more than anything else.
A muse didn't just inspire, I learned, she rips the art out of you like a predator rips out guts. It's messy, it's brutal, but the artist has no choice in the matter. The muse decides.