Art and Life..........
so often the imagery replicates the idea, the concept, the reason, the passsion, the drive, the disasterous, the divine, and the masterful. i try to create masterpieces, but often the words in my thesis end up in master pieces. broken images transferred from words i transistion into verbs for comprehension to discern the opposition is not the mission..ascension is the vision and the purpose pending inside of my soul suspending through the emptiest density with the most inaccurate consistency... but art... is this imagery. And even more it expands to the depths of my metaphors and to the universe where my mind soars to explore infinite time warps. and inbetween i search for the meaning within my dreams, but most of what i see is an obscene scenery. a duality of reality and supreme cerebral casualties where life is just a gallery of sounds, sights and insanity...but life is this imagery...Everyday is a new parade, a new escape, a new release, a new pressure, a new pain, a new thought, a new reason for why believing in breathing is the most invaluable thing ive ever perceived. so everyday that i wake up and analyze life and contemplate over death... i take a deep breath... and i realize that art and life reflect in every image that i see....and when i look in the mirror that same image reflects in me...
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