explanation, of sorts

So, when I want to write…

It happens like a wave…

Its like when I want to paint…

and deconstruct something…

Its Art.

And when art happens…

for me…there are a few things that happen.

It floods…the feeling…

then flows…then floods some more.

And I need to do what it is that I need to do.

And I need music.

To listen to.

To sing to.

To soothe.

Or to soak up whatever energy or emotion or ‘thing’ is happening.

That’s Art.

It’s a beautiful and strange and almost uncontrollable,

but not…kind of thing.

It’s cathartic.

And that is, Art 🙂


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