You do not create art
You do not not create art
because others do not reciprocate your feelings about your art.
My art is mine to hold.
The world is welcome to participate at any time,
to hold it as their own.
I do not love
I do not not love
because others do not reciprocate my feelings about my love.
You love because it holds you.
I am not welcome to love at any time,
I do love, even when you do not.
I want to want what I have in my hands. Or the possibility – which is where I have always gotten lost. This is the sharp left turn that leads me to nowhere, for all things are at their best before they happen into existence.
How beautiful our expectations look in the dark. How shameful we feel when they emerge in the light of actuality. I prefer to remain in an in-between world, one of shadows, a grayness. A passage where possibility lives in limbo, the sliver of space in the middle of what is and what could have been. I’ll choose not to walk through, lingering as the patterns in my eyes dance in the doorway.