It was through the confusion
and the desperation
to find satisfaction
that I found art.
Because if I was always happy
I never would have dreamt so vividly
and felt an impulse
to explain myself
for that I open my mind
and allow myself to pine
for a distant thought
even if I was caught
with my heart in my palms
I’d have a sense of calm.
Because depression
is the artists greatest tool
without it we lack depth
the words never curl correctly
the paint never smears
in a fashion that contains soul.
For that I embrace the happiness
yet I don’t banish the sorrow
for it’s the mixture of opposing force
that allows us to evaluate our course.
-Thanks for reading
Temperamentally Tina.
