A freewrite

i was just passing by
when an act of ignoring could not well escape
suddenly,
the thought of stopping reached an early growth in the mind's womb
i stopped
stood before a painter, giving rise to haunting vigilance
this painter, after realizing the destructive potential of an old painting, decided to concentrate on a new one
i watched him
his canvas held an image
that became the resource for studying the warmth of love
for many years, he searched for
an ideal painting
like a rose thrown atop a dust covered coffin,
the truth, her time had come
and she kissed us unconventionally
and i
never thought i would be
his available model