'Let's make Art.'
Make?
How do you make art?
I musn't just make art.
I need to live art.
                 see art.
                 feel art.
                 breathe art.
                 BE art.
What even is art?
Anything you want.
Anything that brings your heart up to
a concernable high beat.
So intense,
your whole body
is vibrating.
So loud,
it's hard to see,
                    stand,
                    think,
      ­              be
                                  without.

My perspective
my situation
my view

my me
my you
       varies
       alters
       glitches
Passing through

A parallel universe

                                            You

What is what?
And who is who?
What is me?
And what is you?

Oh,
what must it be like
to see
and be
true.

This clouded mass
                        mess
seems stuck
in my head
riddling my thoughts

Seemed relief.
Let in the belief,
I'd be in control.

Hasty find,
the foxhole.

I am constantly
on the wait
on the search
for that
something
someone
sometime
that will
make me feel better
that will finally
make me happy
for good
but I am sick
sick of
the wait
what if
that
something
someone
sometime
won't come
around
and I will be stuck here
forever
between things
between people
between times
never arriving
where I want to be
because I am waiting
for the wrong
people
in the wrong
things
at the wrong
places
to the wrong
times

                                            forever waiting
                                            forever searching
                                            forever stuck
                                            forever lost

I can't stand
            them
            you
            me.
They took away
the ground
I was
standing on.
                                 What am I
                                  supposed to
                                  rest on?