A world flooded with content, I can’t see or move. Why does everyone look the same? I move my soul with a swipe of a finger. What’s a world of copy and paste? Slipping through the cracks rests some color. A painting inside a canvas of glass, I can’t feel or touch. Why we all …
I learn to feel, as the blood falls down my eye. Is what’s mine not meant to be given? Is it meant to be understood? Flowers blossoming, such that none ever notice. Do they feel sad too? What is meant to be given, is also taken. Polarity mixing into my cup, I drink. Hard to …
There’s a lot of noise out here in this crazy world. A lot of it tries to pull you out of you. Some of it brings you closer to you. I guess it depends on what it is you’re listening to. The vibrations you’re surrounded with. When you listen to a sound or something that …
Often times I think to myself that art is bigger than life. It’s just something that you can’t put words around. However, I’m going to do my best here as I pose the question, what is art? There’s many ways to go into it, but I’m going to try my best by saying art is …
Everything that we see, think, and know comes from one place and one place only. Nothing. Because of nothing, we have everything. For everything that exists for us to know, is derived from the source of what was once nothing. Even, in nearly all ancient texts built around the idea of creation, or genesis, describe …
What does it matter, in the end? Maybe it’s the laugh, or maybe the good friend. Perhaps, it’s the time, that connects us to love. Separating the human, from below to above. What does it matter, in the end? Is it the joy of a tear, or the time that we spend? Is it the …
