Thoughts, feelings, ideas, the important and the not. They say you express yourself through art, through paint on canvass or a strum of your guitar. Your entire being, your soul, poured out to create a single piece of artwork that gives others just a small glimpse of who you might be. Who you could be. An artwork so fine, so intricate, yearns to be introduced to the world. To be loved by others. I suppose, then, words would be my art.