What Is Art?
What is art? What a question. There are so many answers and so many opinions. But I think art is technique. Art is passion. Art is love. Art is writing. Art is human. You are art. I am art. Art is amazing.
What is art? What a question. There are so many answers and so many opinions. But I think art is technique. Art is passion. Art is love. Art is writing. Art is human. You are art. I am art. Art is amazing.
I knew this was coming
I knew he would run again
Every four years
And yet it still comes
With a shock
Then she stepped in
Giving me hope
Calling him out
Are you the friend that never gets heard when there's a group conversation?
Are you the friend that when there's not enough room in the hall or on the sidewalk you go behind everyone?
When I step out the door, I feel the crisp breeze brushing against my face
I see the leaf's falling from the trees
Watching them turn green, yellow, orange, and red
That's when I know its Autumn
We all live different lives
We all feel different feelings
"What's wrong with being different?"
That is the question I ask myself every day
Yet I still don't know the answer
We are running from
Ourselves
Because we have built
Ourselves
As a single entity
Connected by invisible strings
I'm getting older.
I often struggle to notice.
I'm with myself all the time,
I know myself better than anyone.
Frankly, the multiverse and space and galaxies freak me out.
But in a good way.
I think it's fascinating, but the category is just so huge and so impossible to compute.
It's crazy.
The sky was red.
Okay maybe it wasn’t completely red.
Kinda orange.
A scene from "Dune" when you think about it.
Just bizarre.
It rained for a couple of days two months ago so I went driving around for a while just to see the flooding. I noticed that most of the roads were in rough condition or just unsafe.
It's only been about four weeks since President Joe Biden announced he would end his reelection campaign, and endorsed Vice President Kamala Harris for President.