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A NOTE FROM THE 1989: CHAPTER VIII.
ა︵︵⊹︵︵𓉳︵︵⊹︵︵૮꒱
꒪ 𓂂ᣞ.﹙ THE ARTISTIC URGE TO CREATE
.. MASTERPIECES, FULL OF AGONY. ﹚♱ *⠀𓈒
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion."
୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪 ୧ to have every pieces i've created—seeping and flowing inside of my bloodstreams. filling every void that i have within my soul. i have always been thirsty of concocting a piece of art or two. carving each of it deep into someone's mind so that they will never obliviate. never even once i am fond of being something so useless, it horrifies me: it terrifies me.
therefore, please .. memorialize each pieces i've created. keep it inside of your deepest part of your heart. would you? never have i asked you to do anything so excruciating. stay here—and make sure the art is alive: within the soul of people. until my body has planted deep into the grounds and covered with wet soils. until i'm no longer able to let air flows through my adenoids. 🕸️ ₊ ˖ ་
"art is a thing that we are ought to stay alive for." it seemed to keep you a story to tell: whether it's so tragic—or jubilant. it will never abandon you in your solitariness.
𓇼 ˚₊‧ ꒰ა 🪦 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𓇼
𓊆 https://foulebliss-blog.carrd.com 𓊇
ა︵︵⊹︵︵𓉳︵︵⊹︵︵૮꒱
꒪ 𓂂ᣞ.﹙ THE ARTISTIC URGE TO CREATE
.. MASTERPIECES, FULL OF AGONY. ﹚♱ *⠀𓈒
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion."
୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪 ୧ to have every pieces i've created—seeping and flowing inside of my bloodstreams. filling every void that i have within my soul. i have always been thirsty of concocting a piece of art or two. carving each of it deep into someone's mind so that they will never obliviate. never even once i am fond of being something so useless, it horrifies me: it terrifies me.
therefore, please .. memorialize each pieces i've created. keep it inside of your deepest part of your heart. would you? never have i asked you to do anything so excruciating. stay here—and make sure the art is alive: within the soul of people. until my body has planted deep into the grounds and covered with wet soils. until i'm no longer able to let air flows through my adenoids. 🕸️ ₊ ˖ ་
"art is a thing that we are ought to stay alive for." it seemed to keep you a story to tell: whether it's so tragic—or jubilant. it will never abandon you in your solitariness.
𓇼 ˚₊‧ ꒰ა 🪦 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𓇼
𓊆 https://foulebliss-blog.carrd.com 𓊇