Without the arts, i am without identity…

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Without the arts, i am without identity…

Without the arts i am translucent.

without the stroke of a wet brush dipped in vibrancy and intention,

without being able to spread my perspective onto a clean slate of opportunity and openness,

i am directionless and reserved.

without the sweet melody of emotions and opinions,

without the release of sorrow from my pen and relief for tomorrow in my head

i am burdened and hopeless.

Without the arts i am apathetic.

without the focus of my lens and the shutter of my eye,

without the reliability of my storage space,

the unwavering desire to capture the moments in time,

the drive for others to experience the past, in the present, for days to come..

without the view of the world cultivated by views from the world,

i am empty & incomprehensible.