BENT EARS.
Art : RAIN.
By Sakuan.
Tess here and I have a short monologue for you, it’s more of a soliloquy than anything, here goes nothing.
“Sometimes I wonder if I am cut for this life, truly cut for this life. I sit down to write, I do that a lot and my thoughts appear on the canvas effortlessly, but as we all know that is not enough, your art is only done once you share it with the world, other people seeing your creations is the final touch on any piece of art, that has been my belief since I was knee high. There are billions of people out there and yet here I am, poor me struggling to round up a few of them to support my work, how can this be? Am I truly cut for this life? I wonder. I do my best, I think I do my best to be the best person I can be for those around me and for those in the future that will be around me, presuming I have one of those, a future. I think life can be beautiful if you make it that way or try to. Love on the other hand is tough, for you to have love you must have a life both in the literal sense and in a metaphorical sense. I don’t know what love feels like, this is a feeling that we have put a word to it and we all assume it is the same feeling for everyone. How can you fall in love when you are too afraid to even step out in the real world and look for it, this is a burden I’ve been carrying most of my life, I think one day I’ll have a real estate in love, it is hard to fathom that as a truth for me, the reason being, I am me and I know what I can be at times. If it ever happens, I guess love really does exist and if it never happens I guess the stories of love were great legends that blessed my virgin ears.”
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