Work of Art

I have an eye for words
and an ear for music
I see colours of the rainbow
but not shadows on the streets
An artist, I am not,
but a creator, that I am
Yet you,
my dear,
are the only
work of art
I appreciate.

MG

Vision

Sometimes it’s not about easing the way
It’s about readying it
~MG~

Vision
is not just about dreams or aspirations
Vision
is discernment and preparations
Vision
is not limited to eyesight
Vision
is seeing with the heart, soul, and mind
Vision
is not seeing flaws in everyone else
Vision
is seeing through one’s damaged self
Vision
is not focused on surface beauty
Vision
is breaking down the walls for clarity
Vision
is not excused supposition
Vision
is learning to destroy inhibitions
Vision
is not a fantasy nor memory
Vision
is embracing you in my reality.

 

MG

Writing is Immortality

Writing is immortality. It is that flux between turning memories and fantasy into reality.

You get inspired, you fall in love with that feeling, you want to keep that spark alive, so you write. You write about what inspires you, you write about who inspires you. You write, and write, and write, until you realize the only thing surreal about what is written is that the encryptions are your reality transformed into the physical entity of writing.

There is a person behind the words.
There is a story within those words.
There is soul inside the poetry.
There is feeling in reality.

What is unwritten is only ever unfinished, and what is unfinished needs to be written. What needs to be written will be lived, and what was lived is thusly transcribed.

Write, darling, for it is your immortality.

I write, darling, for it is my immortality.

It is our immortality.

Write, darling, just write.

Until there is nothing left to say except the raw, wild, unfiltered, unencumbered, relentless, limitless feeling of what humans have come to call β€œinspiration”.

Write, darling, for it is immortality.

Just. Write.

~MG~