Pick me up off the ground
It’s hard when the flames come
I've always known that I've wanted to be an artist since I was young. I never really knew what kind of artist I wanted to be either–frankly, I still don't, but I've at least figured out how I can make a living off of some sort of art.
Beauty is a thing with wings, flying high, beautiful, and blind in the sky until it isn't so high anymore, or flying so much as crashing headfirst into the ground. When you really think about it, that's high school. Hell, that's life. You don't normally see the beauty in it though, do you? Well, most people don’t. Joseph B. Wirthlin once said, “The more often we see the things around us—even the beautiful and wonderful things—the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: The flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds—even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less.”