You are an artist.
Artists are (more) curious souls who see the realm as field of creative expression, platform to create, and an endless vaults of opportunity. They know Being ; comprehend the idea that life without purpose is mere passerby of this realm.
Artists craft passions into reality and see no weakness in vulnerability; love without reservation, give their hearts completely and leave nothing on the table. They are naked and unashamed. They leave no room for pretension.
Artists choose to chase and indulged in their school of desires just so that they may authenticate Being ; by of course being a part of this cosmic wonder. Creating changes over and over ; cut this, paste that, hide this, layer that. Until changes become the only constant of a never-finished oeuvre, in which a mean to live life-that may break all forms of security.
it’s a sensation, a blind creation
moving through your days done,
it got your heart stung <cont.>
Inside a folded yellow paper, I never had the chance to pass.