Art

Here’s the thing, as soon as we hear the word “art” the first thing we think of if is “beauty”

Of course, art is beautiful, you see a painting, portrait, sculpture; that’s only what you see. There’s poetry, music, so many different kinds! But the thing is, if someone ever came across a piece of art that simply had vomit splashed all over it, they’ll think “EW! this is not art! What is this!” simply because it’s not roses. But the thing is, it’s not what you see that’s beautiful. It’s the story behind the piece of art, it could be inspired by some kind of a disease and this is a representation of the person with that disease vomiting it out, getting rid of it for good. NOW when you look at it, it’s beautiful.

Not to forget, you could look at a portrait of a BEAUTIFUL woman and just think “WOW! This is beautiful” And for a second it’ll bring you joy because it’s just too beautiful to not smile and stare at. But that woman you’re looking at could’ve killed her own parents in their sleep, or was against feminism, or didn’t let children get the education they deserve. Right then, when you look at her beautiful face, you’ll be reminded that you shouldn’t judge something from the outside.

Someone or something could look like it’s the most amazing thing in the world the moment you see it, but once you get closer, once you REALLY look into it and fully understand it. It’s not as amazing as you thought it was. It could be the complete opposite. But we’re only humans, we change and grow and learn and art is art, it’s here to help us do that.

Change

I do believe that one of the worst things ever in life is when you lose a person you love.
A friend, a family member, anyone.
But what’s worse than that is when you lose yourself.
You see, as humans, we change.
Change is inevitable, but when we change, we can’t really know why or how.
We hardly ever notice it til we start doing something we never did, or someone points it out.
Being in your skin but feeling like it’s not yours, moving around in your body but feeling like a ghost.
Not recognizing yourself, tough.
I’ve been pretending to be something that I am not.. Well, something I used to be, but I’m not anymore.
It’s not that hard, really. Being talkative and, well, me.
What’s hard is the fact I can’t figure out how to run my own life anymore. When was the last time I washed my hair? Should I wash it now? It doesn’t look dirty..
Sometimes I even think I’m going insane, or losing my memory.
Forgetting who I am, where I am. What’s my name again?
That one person that makes me feel beyond perfection,
Is the only person who knows how messed up I am.
I won’t talk about it unless it’s important,
I won’t discuss it unless it can be solved.
But why can’t I speak?
Why won’t the words rush out when I need them most?
Why can’t I fight for the one thing I need to keep like I fight for everything I believe in?
Because I’ve changed. I’m not the same.
I can’t go back to how I used to be
I can’t talk about what’s bothering me
Change is inevitable, I will remember my name.