Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense
Has anybody ever felt like some other kind of art is missing?
Some way to express yourself that we just..no longer know about. Maybe we never knew about it in the first place.
Some people can put their expressions into a code of words, and write it down on paper, make it flow, and leave it for you to decode.
Others can stain an object with colors, and we automatically form in our mind an image of what they were thinking.
Some can find beauty where nobody else looks, and with the press of a button and a blinding flash, they can capture an image forever the same, expression frozen in time.
Then there are others, who just cannot express. Writing a poem, painting a portrait, taking a picture- talents that escape them. So they are left with only the example of other's emotions to keep their own spirit alive.
Think impossible and dreams get discarded, projects get abandoned, and hope for wellness is torpedoed. But let someone yell the words It's possible, and resources we hadn't been aware of come rushing in to assist us in our quest.
I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice it
We have lost art. It's gone somewhere, and because of this we all will not be able to truely use the free will of the mind
Maybe this art was lost in time, maybe it was never found. It is lost or it is missing. Will it ever be found? It is possible for us to discover this translation of the expression. Maybe it's not supposed to be found.
Why did we loose our ability to connect with one another as one? Did it make us too powerful? Or did we make it too extreme?
I don't know whether the world is full of smart men bluffing or imbeciles who mean it.
I want to find the way to introduce yourself to me. Maybe I will find the introduction to myself aswell.
I want to express, what a lost art has muted.