spilled my heart out in ink, barely legible handwriting on old worn napkins telling every thought of emotion i have ever dreamed
splattered what remained of a broken heart on a canvas in an attempt to place its broken pieces back together in beautiful colour schemes
photographed every moment in which i felt alive or when i felt the polar opposite anything to look at and make me remember what it felt like to feel more than a basic emotion
there’s a reason you cannot spell heart without art.
three letters that seemingly mean nothing in the grand scheme, however when arranged to spell out “art”, they encompass a word that describes everything you ever have and ever will be. the reason for your insanity and the explanation for every single atom in your being and every chemical reaction that caused your brain to send out endorphins and every other chemical that drives you to an emotion.
the reason you live and will live forever on, your legacy to leave behind, your reason for living all encompassed by a three letter word.
