I come alive in the night time.
A creative's mind doesn't rest - it dreams when it's awake, it dreams when it's asleep. These dreams are vivid and extraordinary - sometimes even in color. When it becomes hard to decipher where one ends and the other begins, these illusions become our reality.
Imaginations are confined in mundane activities- jobs, chores, errands. Our thoughts are so often reserved to these things demanded of us by life. And consequently, we lose the capacity to think creatively. But the artist's mind is a prolific thinker of all thoughts. So at night it runs free like a wild horse in a pasture.
Not many can respect or even understand this concept, but in it's purest form - it's true artistry. Uninhibited by the mundane and mediocre. All it knows is it's own intuition - and that is how it lives.