waiting to live

There is no such thing

As good art

Or bad art.

There’s just art.

There is such thing as pure and impure art:

Art can be tainted by derivation

Or it can glow with self discovery and still,

There is no such thing as bad art.

You don’t have to be an artist either.

We make art unintentionally.

From your first breath until now

Your path is your creation.

The style crafted by your experiences

Is woven into your being,

Wield it thoughtfully or carelessly,

All of it is art!

We fumble to grace,

Like bark beetles writhing in darkness-

But to break into the light someday

Blind to the beauty in our wake.

The magic we can thoughtfully make

As a bridge to our hearts, to crystallize

The beauty and pain

Of being alive-

That is pure art,

Worth living and dying for.

The opinions of others mean nothing!

Your art,

Is your art.

Your art is you!

Revel in it,

For that is to truly, deeply, love yourself!