Life is like crashing waves, always rolling sometimes colliding with our dreams.
We struggle to stay above the waves while life keeps going, falling apart at the seams.
Pieces of our achievements begin to wash away into the seas of possibilities. Making room for new possibilities or for our dreams to drown in the depths of the crashing waves.
You have a choice to learn how to surf or go down with your dreams.
Oh what possibilities are these?
An artist suffers for their art, it's both physical and mental.
The only difference between an artist and other people, is the ability to express themselves in a relatable and imaginable ways.
We are like the waves, crashing around colliding with others through our art and writing.
The Artist is inspiration for the possibilities.
We artists are a conundrum of sorts, a rolling stone tumbling down a mountain. It builds upon itself collecting ideas along the way down.