Dear diary,
Artists - aesthete.
Where one's existence cannot be forgotten.
Words will never get old.
And memories will always be remembered.
If you saw a dried flower, the first thing that came to mind was a dead flower. But when an artist saw a dried flower, they saw ink on the tip of its stem and colors in those dried petals: red for love or war, white for peace and goodbyes, blue for hope and good luck, yellow for happiness and friendship, and black for grief and strength.
Words will be written from moments to memories, and memories to a magical book. An artist will make history that will always be remembered. In a canvas, in a frame, in the music you're listening to, in a film you're watching, or even in a paper full of ink and words, they are preserved.
Poets will never die.
Artists will never be forgotten.
They are all preserved.
YOU ARE READING
diary of a broken soul
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