You are currently browsing the category archive for the 'Art is Life' category.
Though I am horribly sick, I still manage to drag myself down to my SAT afterschool class. It is a blocked shaped building tucked neatly (or un-neatly) on a corner of a busy intersection. I was unleash at 6:30pm and stood outside, where the light was quickly fading.
With a pocket full of cough drops, I watch the cars past me.
Scarf-less, because it felt like a summer’s night.
And suddenly, everything seem so profound
Suddenly, I had a need to draw the night sky and it’s entirety. I wanted to catch a piece of this moment.
Can’t of course.
I think it’s the medicine thinking then. Damn cough meds.
They are so poised.
They are so ready for me to say, “Art was a bad path”.
They are so ready to hear me admit, “I was wrong”.
They are so ready for me to tell them, “You were right all along. I should have listen”.
It’s too bad I have to disappoint them…because those words are never coming out of my mouth.
