Art lover

I don’t know what it is about art, but it just makes my soul blossom. Like a lonely flower petal finding its way back to its lost home, back to blooming in spring.

It is the way that art made me feel, that I longed for you to feel the same way.

I wanted to be like an artwork to you. The kind of piece you would want to see every day, the one that keeps you up at night, because its meaning leaves you mesmerized. The one that makes you feel things you’ve never felt before. The one you simply can’t help but adore.

Because, after all, who can really hate art? Art lives within us. It is everywhere and everything is art. The sharp edges of broken glass. The blinding lights of passing cars. The orange, yellow, red leaves in fall. The unsymmetrical creases in the bed sheets. The small dents on a white wall.

‘Cause that is the thing about art. It only needs to be understood, to be so undeniably beautiful.

And there is nothing as beautiful to me as reading a meaningful and sincere poem or pouring all my soul and devotion into writing one.

I don’t really know what fascinates me so much about poetry. Maybe it is the way one can create a story without having to use many words or sentences. Maybe it is the way everyone feels differently while reading the same exact poem. How it can resonate with other peoples’ lives and experiences, even if it is about my own. Maybe it is also the way these lines can move someone, can change their minds or maybe (hopefully) help them through hardship. Maybe it is also because poetry is my way of dealing with my own mind, a way to keep me sane.

Yet insanity is always just a step away. Especially when daily life tries to get the best of me.

So I tend to drown myself in fiction. Bathing in a sea of myths and legends, hoping to avoid the unavoidable concept of reality.

Because that way, all of the fears and sorrows never come to light. They stay hidden.

And that way, it is easier to pretend. To pretend that they don’t even really exist in real life but are just another invention of my imagination.