On that eventful night, my buddy Jasper gave me the idea. “Hey, why don’t you start a blog?” Then it hit me, the fact that I’d never thought of this before. Yes, I had been composing pieces for 3 years now, ever since I was in high school. It was an on and off thing, so I never considered it being a full-time thing. Until today.
I thought that, when my heart bleeds on the pages I write on, the crimson contrasting with the bleak white background of my pieces becomes art in itself. Would you stash the Mona Lisa under your bed? No! Art is meant to be raised to be seen. It is meant to be absorbed by the masses. Different people can relate to different forms of art. Art can speak more than words, and those who listen and understand can know that they are not alone in whatever hardships or triumphs they go through.
So, I’m here wanting to speak, wanting to be heard, wanting to comfort. I mostly dabble in poetry and spoken word on multiple genres, but can also do a bit on short stories pertaining to various spheres of life. I have a feeling that this is a good beginning…
Chronic Artistry 