Gemotions

The bustling city street was overwhelming. I saw it on the back of a food delivery driver. My "Urban Jungle" painting.

He was oblivious, rushing to make a delivery. He was unaware of the way my creation had become his reality, his body. The tattoo was a bold statement.

I followed him for a few blocks. His movements brought the painting to life, the lines dancing with each step. I wanted to say something, but what could she say? The ache within me grew. I felt as if a part of my soul was roaming the city, forever unbound.