I hold both art and people in separate hands
And weigh out which one is heavier.
Somewhere along the line I learnt that if something had more weight
And substance to it,
It was worth more
As it feels realer.
One one hand, people can be touched.
They can be felt, smelt, hugged and f-
Tucked into bed with you so you won't feel alone.
On the other hand, art is easier to open up to.
You don't have to feel bad about wanting to drown
When you listen to the cries of someone else,
Or stare into someone's soul which has been painted
And is on the wall of the world for you to see.
Art can take you to another place
Even if it's not physically
Especially when it's because of people
That you are hurting and dream of escaping.
My whole life I've tried to grow attatched to something
Which cannot hurt me,
So the hand hoding art descends lower
And begins to shake and quiver
As I beg for it to never betray me.
About the Creator
LIFE MAZI
A RELIC OF GROWTH
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