poems & stuff

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one day, i was at a museum
browsing through the endless collections of paintings and sculptures that each human devoted so much time to
every work of art was enamoring, and captivating in more ways than i can elaborate on
but not all art is plastered on walls, or strewn together with paint and some brushes
i observed the people, admiring the endless works, seeing a light in their eyes every time they saw a particular one they liked
& i thought, no, not all art is inanimate
humans are art too
almost all made up of the same thing, two eyes and a heartbeat
every piece of us intricately put together as if we were a puzzle
soft skin and mouths to speak of the things we are most passionate about
ears to listen to our favorite stories being told
and eyes to capture the moments that some are unable to witness
noses to smell the sweet scent of your local coffee shop, or breakfast being made in the morning
the soft padding of our feet on the ground, carrying us to each destination
life being our canvas
free for us to paint a picture that we like for ourselves
to pave the way to happiness
& to make each living day count
as if there were no more to come
many things are uncertain,
but one thing is for sure, art is everywhere you look
art is in the depths of people's hearts, art is deep inside of your favorite book, art is the way people carry themselves, and the kindness they have towards others
art is all around you, & all you have to do is open your eyes