sirailin1014
The question I pose to you is this:
What are we, without art?
If one were to observe a culture, a community without art, would we call them human?
You'll find it in all corners of the world.
Spontaneously occurring.
Art.
It's our natural state.
One color
Or another color
Does it matter?
Should it matter?
When we close our eyes, are we different?
When we OPEN OUR EYES, are we different?
Should one choose what another can't? Who's to say another can't?
Marching, they were.
Dancing, almost.
Heads bobbing, they were coming. Unforgiving, unwavering. Like a great landslide, an unstoppable momentum.
And we, so few, stood no chance.
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He fell
As he fell, he thought
What had he done?
Children?
Marriage?
Career?
Cars?
House?
Money?
Friends?
Marathons?
Chores?
What had he done?
In the end, did he do anything? Or everything?
An endless world
A limitless universe
That's what became available
When I was young, it seemed so massive
It still seems massive
It IS massive
There is more there than a mind ca comprehend
More to read
to watch
to listen to
to experience
all through this portal
this window
this modem
Twirling
The tornado spun around
Perhaps it wasn't a tornado
Perhaps it was a girl
A flaming girl
Tongues of heat flipping from her heels
Dancing by the flow of the tide
Celebrating
Cheering
The joy of life emanating from her movement
Perhaps it was a girl