Revealed on our canvas.
Dauntless, the artist is. Brave enough to speak their mind through winking of eyes, and smiles, and lies. And brush stroke and strum flow tears like ignited fire crawling slowly towards the core, we could almost explode. Both you and I know of the climax of the human boiling point, and have been to the cold valleys of depression where snow falls at a ridiculously slow pace. They almost look as if they’re flying instead. Injured birds attempting to rise up. We look up. Through the reflections of the moon, we see over and past our depressing valley of below zero degrees. Both you and I see that what is in store for us has already been fulfilled. You see, artists get what they believe. Our creativity builds our individuality. We have magnifying eyes that look past people’s present exterior,cold and hard as their hearts may appear, we know the human-kind is one where each and every individual originates with a delicate, and soft, warm heart, and that we artists are the only ones left to show ours. We are the only ones left who remember how to shed our insides and unblanket our soft sides, and reveal true lives. Whether it happens through playing the bass, or singing your heart out, or even walking with your lover in the middle of dawn and you glance in her eyes, and with that exact shade of brown, you paint it on the sun setting down. And no one knows how much love we hold. But we know. We, artists in youth paint melodies with inspiration from a glimpse deep into you. Everyone can see truth in all forms of beauty, but we artists show beauty in everyone's truth.
-Christopher