Without Art we are lost

A Reflection of Stevowitz

we’re all trying

we’re all trying
we’re all trying
sometimes we fail
but we’re all trying to get better

we fall and stumble
we pick up the slack
and each one of us has that day
where we need the others back

and they do
and they all come running to heal
and they all come running to heal

a moment of silence for the fallen


oh how they filled us with joy and hate
but we don’t care


we all knew stepping through these doors
could lead to traps.

we love them because they could have been us
and we love them because they became part of us

so onward travelers
onward into that void, grasping each other and going in head first.


Theory

Can we change what we want by thinking?
If I imagine myself as a successful artist from now on, every detail..
Will I become one eventually? does your mindset rule your actions?

The fact that I’m depressed and “in a hole” has been cause for my inability to express creatively at the moment. Maybe this is proof of my theory on a negative scale?

Maybe…

If I can just clear my head. Long enough to see the real thing, to really focus and energize my intentions into what I want.

I just have to get past the hurdle of the future.

the looming feeling of all the undertakings involved, the stress, the pain..

and I always forget the positive aspects.

I guess that’s my nature. I really do try.

but I just want things to change.

everything seems so, unreal. I want to be alive again, I want to explode from the inside with emotions.

I want something I’ve only caught tiny glimpses of, in moments of pure bliss and ecstasy.


I can’t explain the state that I’m in
The state of my heart, he was my best friend
Into the car, from the back seat
Oh admiration in falling asleep
All of my powers, day after day
I can tell you, we swaggered and swayed
Deep in the tower, the prairies below
I can tell you, the telling gets old
Terrible sting and terrible storm
I can tell you the day we were born
My friend is gone, he ran away
I can tell you, I love him each day
Though we have sparred, wrestled and raged
I can tell you I love him each day
Terrible sting, terrible storm
I can tell you…
-Sufjan Stevens - The Predatory Wasp Of The Palisades Is Out To Get Us!