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Fuck it Inspiration Saturday

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This is more Fuck it than Inspiration while I continue to work on you’re where I wanna go. This past February I saw this sculpture (Eternal Springtime by Rodin) and immediately thought of Buck.

The rooms are seemingly endless, each one flowing seamlessly to the next, winding into new spaces and swallowing him whole with what they contain.

As much as Buck enjoys being around people, specifically his people, he loves this too. Being in a sacred space where the walls are lined with these treasures from the past. Testaments to the ever evolving story of humanity. What they found valuable, shameful, beautiful, abhorrent, worth protecting and preserving.

It feels like worship. Carefully treading on hallowed ground, soaking in the colors, lines, curves and textures. Letting them fill his mortal soul with something more elegant and holy than he could ever conceive of. Buck doesn’t even dare to speak, too fearful that his clumsy words of praise and awe would disturb the delicate atmosphere somehow.

Most rooms have displays in the middle — carvings or pottery — as well as the paintings hanging around them. The one he’s in now has a few smaller sculptures set on pedestals. When Buck completes his circuit of the impressionists, he drifts to the center, unprepared for what he sees. A quiet gasp escapes, taking the air in his lungs with it.

The bronze rendering depicts two lovers, a man and woman, intertwined, but not fully. He holds her, one arm supporting her back as she gracefully arches backwards, a hand in his hair as they kiss, trusting he won’t let go. His left leg crosses hers, settling between her wide stance, and his left arm extends behind him, reaching, as if he’s just dipped her body over and is trying to maintain some balance.

Buck stares, scarcely blinking or breathing. The full weight of the lovers’ intimacy and passion hits him, burrowing into his skin and nestling around his heart. What must it feel like to be loved like that?

He brings a hand up to cover his mouth, attempting to hold in the overwhelming wave of want that consumes him. The want to be loved and desired and held so preciously. Not just temporarily, for a fleeting moment in the shadows of night and anonymity, but for a lifetime. Someone that would look at him — all of him — with his scars and trauma, and deem him enough.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, pulling him back from the edge of his spiral. When he checks, it’s a text from Eddie. His mood immediately lightens and his heart softens while his lips curve into a fond smile.

Abuela brought a tres leches cake earlier. Chris says you better come over if you want any.

Buck’s grin grows wider. He can perfectly picture Chris saying that, too. Buck learned early on that both his Diaz boys showed no mercy when it came to Abuela’s tres leches.

At the art museum. Tell him I’ll be there for dinner.

The little dots immediately begin bouncing on the screen, and it goes on for so long Buck begins to wonder what else Eddie could possibly have to say. So it surprises him when only one simple, devastating emoji appears.

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#fuck it friday #inspiration saturday #I felt a lotta damn things when i saw this particular piece of art #and i love wandering museums #don’t know if i’ll do more with this #maybe?#hippo writes

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