Ars a dolore
(Art from pain)
Regret is my muse. I hold her hand and she leads me down winding pathways of metaphors. I still don't know what to say to her.
Sadness is my reference. She sits, silent with a plastic smile while I try to capture her essence on canvas. We both know it will never look right.
Loneliness is my partner. He twirls with me and holds me close, reminding me that it is only he who will always be there.
Nostalgia slices off a part of me everytime I remember. She needs me to bleed but whenever the knife is far from me I begin to miss it.
Fear orchestrates it all. Every thought and feeling playing to his tune.
The song asks me, will I ever be brave enough?
Ars longa, Vita brevis
(Art is long but life is short)
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Withering Ties ✔
Poetry"Being disillusioned is realizing that the boy you changed your religion for did not love his god as much as you thought...and he'll never love you either." A writer is not only characterized by their bestselling novel. A writer is somebody who drea...
