Artistry
Is Falling Apart
It’s letting every part of the world tear you apart.
It’s then finding your cells again.
In a world of word magic, you have to find congruency again.
People aren’t aware that I’ve been a teacher that they weren’t prepared for.
So much so that the whole world stares and goes numb with drool.
The second I break into true form, I’m taken into clouds and told to reform.
Even then I tell them to kill the planet for us.
They know I wouldn’t mean that so they’d rather drift us away.
You could hold onto every word I type and ignore every word I say, all in all, everything was always art so if I do die - the story then starts.
They don’t know how okay the artist is with death, they simply can’t comprehend it.
They forget that to come here, we had to be willing to end it.
We can look at endless case studies but there is only one ripple.
They can feel guilty, or they can feel pain - the one truth is, once it’s gone…you never regain. No matter how much life they brought you through their breath on your neck, if you choose to move on - you never forget. It’s your choice to dull those memories in hope of a better reality. They will gossip your name till it’s dark in totality. At which point do you pull the plug and say quits. Do you fall for their games when the end isn’t it?
We all want to go home when it’s all said and done, fortunately for me - I know everyone. I don’t mind it here, I’ve spent eternities in tears. They couldn’t say they did even over a cold beer. I’d rather talk through it with a man going through a divorce after 12 years, than to reminisce on what’s already considered the past if we can’t patch it up here.
They say it’s best to choose yourself and in many ways, they don’t lie - ask yourself the question “when I choose my cells, do they lie?”
Simple fundamental inner workings show truth and if I have to give up on you then in many ways, it may be the truth.
The pain of an artist moves through an entire lifetime and they don’t even know what we know because they’re scared of those unwinds. When the conditioning is deeper than we know, the tattoos spell riddles and limit infinite growth.