Art, Be Mine


I am not in love with one person. Today, no poem to express my desire, written.

Art is the soul of life. The drive to burn my way through the toughest days, exists in creating.

I am in love with art. The dirty and the clean. The high and the low. The spaces between. All of life performed in view and that which resides within.

I am in love with you. I am in love with art.

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