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 …
