always

wanted to create.

art.

last night,

dreaming me woke up & knew that

the only thing left behind when

we're gone is love.

the one thing we get to leave the world with.

maybe everybody else already gets

this. to me, it seemed a

little shocking.

love being the only immortal & no substitutes allowed.

this is not news.

(but it felt like it was.)

all the stuff in the world, and the one thing that matters

is the easiest, if you can

just focus.

(all the art is only a reflection.)

which is okay, finally.

the desire to create

remains.

why just seems different now.