Art for the Void 2 - Art

Art is not the bliss of waking up to your love still sleeping and pulling yourself closer.

Art is not the pain of recognizing that you'll remember someone longer than you've known them.

Art is not even the journey of kiss, sex, fight, hug, repeat.

Art is everything but the flesh.

When you can look past the eyes, and feel time leave you to the mercy of your lifetime. Not just memories, but a lifetime of hell and paradise. Only then have you felt art. Though, perhaps the life that's eaten you is no longer yours, maybe you don't matter anymore. It's inevitable for one's life to be shared, for we cannot truly know meaning without another being ours.

I don't know who yours is, but my angel was everything, and though she is far behind, I still do not go gentle into that good night because it was a good night. I have loved many times, I have died many times, and I am still living… I’ve taken my time.