I’m searching for something.
I don’t know what it is, yet I continue to look.
I have no guidance, no distinct path,
But I know what I seek is worth the journey.
I search,
looking underneath each man’s ego and within the cracks of his heart.
I pour love, inspiration, and truth into the broken pieces of his soul, leaving
behind the unforgettable scent of my paradoxity on his breath.
I make sure to gently touch each whom I pass by on my way,
leaving my hand prints on the hearts of many.
And then I keep walking.
I met some, who gave me pieces of the picture, but none willing to paint with me.
One day I looked deep inside and found a map, but instead of words and symbols it said
“you know the way”.
It is now chapter twenty, and I still have not found that which I seek.
My map is life,
and I use my heart as my only sense of direction.
I wouldn’t be so evasive, if you weren’t trying to hold me captive, consistency will never be a word that will come to my mind when you think of me. So let me preserve my mystery.
I’m only an artist, searching for a muse.
S.C.
Below is an original painting by the author of this publication Tranqu(ill). It is a mixed media piece consisting of acrylic paint and pencil crayon.
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