The moon.
The sand.
That was perfect.
I was flawed,
you were not the same.
But the moon, the sand,
that was real.

Art isnt beautiful because it is scarce, it is beautiful because it encapsulates the overwhelming beauty we all live with in every day. Every single day we experience hundreds of thousands of beautiful things. I am so overwhelmed by the beauty surrounding me. It is everywhere. There is so much that the act of encapsulating one single part of it is difficult not because there is a lack of material to draw from, but because everything I go through is filled with so much meaning (positive AND negative) that there is simply not enough time to crystalize one part of it. Does that mean that to make amazing art you need to detach from life long enough to isolate the one part of it you want to identify as beautiful? I do not know!

It is not a crime of passion,

It is an acceptance

The music, drifting, throbbing, reminds me

I still love you, all of you.

It is a crime

that I do not have time

to build a sacred shrine

to you, to us,

to every single memory.

a shrine for every one!

So I build my imperfect shrines

monuments to you

in awe of every moment

can you hear my adulation!

can you hear my concoction

equal parts love, anger, fear, joy

above all, I am humbled

we built something larger

larger than both of us

a monument, standing

a shrine, lasting.

I would like to keep building

its why I keep smiling

smiling, building a feeling.