Why I love art

Why I love art

I love art because it has its own meaning storey versus titles. It has a voice that dose not always need to speak. It has a natural form when loving art becomes the reality of life that you are able to see in between forms. It is like the shadow that I tried to ignor

as if art is just art like just a painting a child has drawn

As if art is just art something that had no fort of

its but a paper thats torn.

As if arts just something to stare at that has no meaning at

all.

No

Art to me is something that I am made of

its not a thing though its more

an organ connected to the bloodstreams in

my body

it is like a connective character in the sentence

which makes it longer than using only 5 words.

Its another world that is behind the words

on the paper that I have to squint because

I forgot my specs

it’s but a force that erupts inside of me

sparks a light bulb on my head top

and I can use it whenever I need to

it’s free to me because my mind is engulfed in my

own meaning and feelings.

it is indescribable unless you

are inside my mind.

its the voice of the ancestors living through

me subconsciously

 

 

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