You’re well spoken and
you’re well read
You act like you have opinions but
you have no emotions
just because you can create art and read books about doing so
Doesn’t give you emotion
You aren’t creating anything
Art is an expression of emotion;
moment(s) of energy frozen in time
There is no such thing as hope
There is no such thing as faith
All we have is the beauty and tragedy of life, Whether it’s the sun or love.
My only religion is love
Love is the only thing relative to
Hope or faith I can find
It is my weakness; it is the only emotion or feeling that distracts of me from my hyper-realist outlook
Then again I am also distracted by longing; nostalgia
This all stems from having no faith
This is why I long for the “better” days; memories I’ve experienced when I felt love or passion or the feeling of being alive, any of which in in the truest, most genuine way, which (since I have little faith) I realize will seldom occur again so I long for those times.
I am cursed with this realization
My mind has dug myself in a hole of such realization.