I do not remember when I forgot that thing...
That belief I once held somewhere in the crux of my soul...
A dim lighted sentence that glowed underneath it's veil
rather than the dictionary that died under its dust.
art inspires art
and the beautiful I have not seen. Like breaths that we suck in but forget escape us when the silver lining of the cold does not remind us of our fight for existence. I just simply forget. . .
art inspires art
