#theartofliving
Art is living,
art is healing,
art is thinking.
Art is showing our essence,
in every stage of life,
in our own unique way.
Art is expression,
of the inner self,
of the emotional realm.
Art is emotions,
it is feelings,
something profound,
something free of mediocrity.
Art is loving,
kissing,
and caring.
Art is fighting through life,
facing the bad,
embracing the good,
and cherishing it all.
Art is your parents,
who cared for you
and gave you unconditional love.
Art is music,
those two notes
that make your heart burn with passion.
Art is walking through life,
grateful,
smiling,
without greed.
What is your art?
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 3:30 AM UTC
Forgetful dreams, trapped on the pillow of my
bed— tiptoeing thoughts, almost like a ballerina
having a good stretch. As an injured picture frame
hauls away the canvas of a dream on a stretcher.
Giving pretence for a pretender—and knowing
whether the weather decides to jump over your
head, is knowing when it has a spring in its step.
But it never bends to tender hearts—it only offers
them the work of love. A group of tenders; all their
touches tender, all enlisted in affection’s labor force.
And if it's a compulsory love, we'll love with force.
Cos Love is a chin check sport—and you pay
for it with the protruding part of a chin cheque.
Control, and out-of-control—to the ones living
so remote. But lose that island, and you lose control.
And lose the answer to the power of influence—
and you begin to question what control even means.
Control is part of that… _this far,_ at least, but a life
without risk— is the risk of never having lived.
Because everything you love to do might just be
the very last thing that finally does you in.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC