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- i've found that it's easier to feel emotions than it is to put them down on paper or keyboard, and it's nearly impossible to verbalize a feeling without sounding contrived, clingy, cliche, or insincere.
- swimming around at the base of my skull where the vertebrae meet the hollow of my back, an army of feelings float up from within at searing hot temperatures, boiling and bubbling over in a frothy hot stew, flooding my eyelids, my mouth, my nose, my ears, yet still this deluge has prompted me to speak.
yet i cannot find the words
and thus shall i remain
within myself
scratching sonnets into dank cave walls
enduring each lonely drip of water echoing within my head
as if it were the last sound i should ever hear
Honey
you taste so sweet to me
but even the coffee is bitter sometimes
nor can i see where it ends
i cannot foresee how far it should take me
but all i know is that here:
i
am
happy
because when he smiles, i smile too.
may ART bless the passionate,
for without heart the blood of any motive shall never flow freely;
it shall congeal and ferment like cold aspirations
stifled by a lack of mutual respect
between people, each other, the world, and all things both significant and non.
in ART
forever, yesterday and now,
+ The Artchbishope
