A best friend.
A lover.
An outlet for emotion.
A voice.
A representation of ideas.
A constant debate.
Raw sentiments.
Radical thoughts.
Raptures of beauty.
Resistant to society.
Resilient.
True passion that ignites one’s soul.
The sun’s brilliant rays.
The moon’s glimmering hue.
The sparkle in a darkened sky.
The ocean’s breeze through palm trees.
The genuine smile of a loved one.
The loss of everything.
The smell of leaved in the mornings.
The smell of cheap perfume & smoke.
The smell of a rotting corpse in a blistering wave from Satan’s home.
The gentle breeze of a cool winter’s day.
The cold that racks one’s soul and quivers one’s bones.
The sip of soul scorchingly hot caffeine that warms the heart.
The fragments of society.
The discovery of new aspects.
The unchanging and the changing in life.
The gray between black and white.
The disturbance to Hollowmen.
The fear humans possess of the uncertain.
The earthquake in a land of Oz.
Truly the definition of beauty.
So what is art?
So what isn’t art?
ART is and yet is not!
For the hollow it is a complex test.
For the passionate it is love.
For the undecided it is uncertain.