Turn The Music Off – Day 349, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Artist:
Lost,
Broken souls in search of meaning through mediums I call a gift and a curse.
One can either sketch a drawing making eyes squint in disgust,
Or widen eyes elated by the beauty they’ve immersed themselves in.
A painter can either paint a picture framing a grin on your face,
Or stain your mind with the kind of darkness no amount of scrubbing can fade away.
A guitarist can either strum their guitar and pull your heartstrings making music you can sing along to,
Or flick strings out of tune until your eardrums pop while jammed by a sound you detest.
Either or,
I’m exhausted of fiddling around with possibilities putting my peace at risk.
Nowadays,
I’m not looking to be moved as I desire to be still even if my heart’s still sprawled on the ground in bits.
Fortunately,
Unfortunately I’m an artist,
A writer who requires silence as my only fix.
To gain peace making me whole,
In hopes I’m strong enough to make it out of the abyss,
I’ve been trapped in ever since I’ve picked up a pen…