Art is whatever.
I can sit and stare at nothing, but if that nothing gives me a sense of being…if that nothing is giving me everything I wish I ever had in my life..it’s a masterpiece to me.
My heart doesn’t yearn the same way yours does. My fulfillment doesn’t come from money or possessions.
Everything that has ever meant a thing to me is something the eye cannot see.
That nothing is the love in between the sheets, it’s the tears that I shed when no one’s around, and it’s the people that are the hydrogen to my oxygen.
That’s why nothing is so beautiful to me. Because feelings are nothing, but then they are everything.
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