BY: Jordan Bell

I am a mad scientist.
I desire the crave and the thrill of finding answers
to questions that question my self.
I strive to find the answer
within myself.

From my years of trials and errors, the scientific method
is engraved into my brain.
My small skips of faith turned into a melting pot
of stepping stones, going up.

I enjoy the things my mind pumps out
through the flicks of my wrists and the jolts
of my eyes. I feel nothing but at peace
and contentment within piles of sketches, towering miles high.

The Earth is my science.
The morning sun glistening
its reflection on the dew of the bladed, uncut grass
is my daily cup of coffee, rush of dopamine and flash of creativity
that flows through my veins effortlessly like an IV tube.
The inspiration comes with experience.
The experiences that can only be determined
by the individualism of sentience that blooms
deep within, sprouting once fed
with gratitude and tranquility.

I fawn head-over-heels for the art
that’s translated from my spiritual being to my physical presence,
the art that wants to be made is dancing
through my fingertips onto the surface.
I sprinkle my magic thoughtfully and thoroughly across my canvas,
making sure no corner is left unetched,
no space is left unsketched
no angle is left unturned,
much like the sun when it’s time
to burn.

How gut-wrenching it feels to know
others won’t know how much I’m capable of
until I’m either dead—printed out on a piece of paper for history
books like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.—or alive
on the news infront of great power.

How amazing it feels to know that others know
my name, my drive, my crave, my lies, my coward, my cries, my power.
My desks are scattered with sketches,
colors of colors that haven’t been found, but I know
what they are when I see them.
A collected clutter of creativity, an art of thyself that’s brewed
blissfully and gentfully underneath the heat
of the moments I’ve encountered.

I am a mad scientist,
the answers are within myself.
Nobody can answer them, unless
I look inside of my brains’ scientific bookshelf.