When you truly make eye contact with someone you can capture a part of yourself within their soul.
What would it be like if everyday was a new day, not because you decided to but you couldn’t help it, the disease was eating away at your memory.
Some would say it’s madness when the trivial problems of daily life doesn’t seem to have an effect on you.
When you are dedicated, how far off of obsession are you? When and where do you draw the line?
Sharing your art form can be dangerous, because if you are not accepted by most it could be the end of something beautiful.
Haven’t you wanted to remain young forever? Imagine if we truly could, imagine if we could remain playful and jovial for the rest of our days?
Not being able to see what is ahead in our lives leaves us paralyzed, however, not being able to remember the events of yesterday leaves us vulnerable.
How often do we let infatuation be confused as love? How often do we let lust over shadow us and confuse it with love?
What is love? Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more.
Art speaks to us in so many forms. Love speaks to us in so many forms.
What do you use to escape the daunting weight of the stress you carry? Video, music, write?