I want to make art.

I want to pour my heart and soul out onto paper and let the ink be like the blood flowing through my veins that keeps me feeling alive.

I want to make things that are new versions of old cliches that reignite a spark in my thoughts.

I want my screams that can chill bones to be heard through my silence and seen through my eyes.

I want my body to tense and my hairs to stand up while I slowly realize that goosebumps are forming on my skin because I didn't know I was capable of something.

I want tears to stop flowing from my eyes and instead flow from my mouth so that I can let the emotions come pouring out into someone else's ears.

I want to paint.
I want to dance.
I want to sing.
I want to draw.
I want to take pictures.
I want to really make music.
I want to write poetry.
I want to have late night talks.
I want to see into someone else's eyes.
I want to listen.
I want to learn.
I want to grow.

I
Want
To
Be
Art
.