This obsession isn't mine

This obsession.

An idea bouncing around me.

My body, acting as a green house.

This light bouncing around me, the heat, intensifying.

I seek relief, by speaking about it, showing this idea, reflecting this light.

I'm afraid there is no relief, with no one to receive it. 

What ideas do you accept?

What are you glorifying?

Where do they come from?

Who are you?

This obsession doesn't feel like mine.

I may need to paint again.