The point
The driven passion
Is to capture ghost
Ghost that haunt you
And ghost that comfort you
Capture them in music
In poetry
In a drawing, painting
Even the unnamed ones
That you feel but can't label
As a cry out
Into the sea of
That they are not alone
The emberrassing, shameful, dark, personal, and intimate
It all has to be portrayed to the rest
In a way best seen fit by the soul who feels it
So toda la humanidad knows they aren't alone
This is the whole point of us
Not your feeble helping hand in industrial melencholy and monotonous 9-5 schedule of familiar day to day
But scary, new, chaotic, unexpected
Trajic feelings, ghost
Capture them, write them down, push them through strings or your eyes our your vocal chords, brush, pencil, pen........just capture, share
That's the whole point
Love, validate, live
