In my mind, there is a sandbox.
In the middle of empty space, great like the outer space.
Thousands and millions of data streams floating through the space.
I grab them and direct them into my little sandbox.
With bare hands, god-like, I transform them into light, pure energy.
Create patterns to visualize their frequency.
And I build monuments of thoughts, not with stones, just with patterns.
I feel there’s too much of positivity and hope all around, especially in artists (others as well) and that is what blurs the lines of reality. Hope should be where it belongs, fact should be where reality belongs. The problem is we can’t tackle our own dilemmas and name it destiny, we don’t have the courage to follow our dreams and keep hoping they’ll become reality. Even in the worst situation we find positivity. Why? If something is negative take it as it is. If you don’t have courage accept it. And learn.
Don’t paint everything in bright and beautiful colours when there is so much darkness around. Only when people learn to see and accept things “As It Is”, there’s a chance things will change. And this is something I hate about all these writers these days, who write these over pretentious positive quotes, heartbreaking love poems without ever having even felt the feeling.
There is just so much hypocrisy around I don’t understand how can art even survive in such conditions. There was a time when great writers and artists created magic and today is a time when it has all boiled down to showing off something that you haven’t even felt yourself. Plagiarising classic art with a twist and calling yourself an artist, doesn’t make you one unless you feel it deep down inside. Art has literally become a modern joke and I despise it so much.
Maybe it’s time we take things without the filters of what it could be or should be. Instead what it really is. Maybe it’s time constructive criticism should replace getting offended every now and then. Guess negativity exists for a reason.