Lost In Art
I can't read these words that don't make sense
I can't hear these notes that don't fit together
I was called upon to make sense of a world that is an unspoken child of something that we have not seen
To connect the dots of a constellation in a sky without stars
To dream of a tomorrow that holds nothing
You try to take hold of it all,
But you can't
You carry it all on your shoulders
Then you fall
And it breaks
But trying to fit the pieces back together is how we make it through
We call it art.
We nurture it until it becomes us,
We find ourselves in it,
We are born again from it,
Suddenly art becomes your drug
There is nothing stronger than it.
Nothing that you want more than it
Wanting so bad for it to guide you
Guide you to heaven
It will lead you away into a land where you learn how to struggle and how to die, but then how to live again.
It took me to that land
The earth was gone
A dream became real life
And my head got stuck in the clouds
Then I disapeared
To a place where acceptance doesnt matter
Neither does reality
Neither does air
Just dreams
And you want so much to get lost there
But the time comes where you must go back
Say goodbye to your heaven and hello to the real world
And when you dream,
you dream of your getting lost in your art
Hoping that again
You will disappear
And this time don't come back
Copyright © Rebecca Dominguez | Year Posted 2014
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