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True art does not live in the end product It resides in the creation The journey The path that leads to the product. Art is a pulsing heartbeat
By Alicia Ross6 years ago in Poets
The moon spoke to me tonight, with a soft, sensitive voice. She told me not, that it would all be okay, but that I, myself, held the choice.
being trapped in a room whose walls are mirrors, constantly looking at you but not really seeing you. being surrounded in a crowd
I want to feel the sun’s yellow and the ocean’s blue. I want to smell the perfume’s pink and the candle’s hue. I want to hear the piano’s white
Who am I To the person I’ve never met? Am I Pretty and friendly Or closed and coy, Am I Someone to desire Or someone to avoid?