What Does The Inside Of Your Creative Heart Look Like?

SIlver and shiny, blurred and hazy around the edges.

Neon! Mind-numbing overload of neon green and hot pink!!

Black like a paper doll cut from the sky.

Looks normal.

Draw.

Sculpt.

Paint.

Write.

Red.

Black.

Every freakin' color!!!!!!!

I'd color it red and green just to mess with them, and add a santa hat and a beard too.

All sorts of creature runnin' amuck. They are kind of creepy but I feed them anyway.

A beautiful utopia.

My world faces disaster whenever I'm in a mood.

I dunno, I can't fit a WORLD inside my head? Whaddayah, crazy?

I do it on purpose.

No.

I do it by accident.

All the time! Aah! I did it again! Nooooooo!

My word is off tilt and will break down at any moment.

I remain behind the solid concrete walls in solititude.

I'm almost never angry, I live in a rubber-ball world and mood usually bounces back up again.

If my world becomes upside-down when I'm angry, and you put me right-side up, be wary for there might be an after-shock.

My worlds light, an up in the air rubber castle moment.

My fort remains the same.

My world regains it's constant tilt. Spinning throughout night and day.

My word is right-side up. :)