People are art
The villains. The Heroes. The Humor
The Struggle. The Story. The love
We are all pieces of moving art
A testament to our perceptions, desires, and purpose
Everyone as a role to play in reality
In the system. The cycle
But that's just one side of the coin
Half the story
The other side is the Connection
Emotions. Moments. Choices
Character. Laughter. Love.
Agony. Despair
We are all Endless Possibilities
We are Choices
How we find hope
What truly touches our heart
Then there is the edge of the coin itself
That is where I dwell
The magic. The in between. The bridge
Bridging the two sides
Here dwell the observers
The Writers. The Artists. The Performers
The Bewitched. The Disciplined. The Free
The ones who express because they have no choice
It enraptures them to the point that it becomes their very essence
Overflowing and spilling out in Determination
Devotion. Dedication. Passion. Purpose. Poise
The moments that matter most
Touch our hearts in truly profoundly ways
These are the entire reason I live
Regardless of the record spinning
There is so much life in the grooves and peaks
Spiraling ever on
Moments of plateaus
Open space
Cresting Inclines
Summits. Peaks. Pinnacles. Apex
That **** right there is transformative.