HOW IT WORKS, July 2025
The joy of expressing myself is immense
lt fills my heart and makes it bigger
lt fills my voids and makes me better
Like a deep breath l take that l feel right at the very end of my toes
ls this the so called religion " love "
l actively feel exhaled
l actively feel that l rise and healed
One word
One color
One smile
One taste of self expression
Puts me into tunnel vision
lnwardly...
l look deep and dig my treasures
I re-create each moment I feel something.
Eeither from holding a hand so tight,
Or from a moment of a relief after a fight.
Either from a flower blooming
Or from a moment l look into myself, because life gets boring
Those moments turn into expressions,
They become visible to me in forms of voices or colors.
And, when those feelings become too much to absorb,
Like the precipitation of salt that remains undissolved
That salt you see at the bottom of a glass of water.
That salt is my art.
Some days I cook — you eat it.
Some days I paint — you see it.
Some days I write — you read it.
Some days I sing — you hear it.
Some days I pause — you feel it.