Art.

Fingers are permanently stained from the creativity I seek.
I am the one who paints where the sky meets the mountain tops.
I am the one who captures life through a lens.
I am the one who writes melodies from experience.

I play my guitar like I breathe, and I strum up, down, I breathe in, out.
I draw what I see like my hand is a camera.
I write stories of agony, and I write stories of indescribable happiness.
I am nothing but art.

Not enough time in a day to express what I feel, and see.
Every chance I get, I have a pencil in hand, or a guitar, or a paintbrush.
I skip meals to give myself time to do what I love.
It's like I need it.
I want it.
It's my whole life now.

It's a fantasy that I created, that brings me to real life in a way that nobody could understand.
I am art.
It runs through my veins.
It's all I see.

Art.