dead gods
Ashna P.
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Art doesn't come to me easily. I can stare and stare at a blank paper, holding a pencil, all ready to make art, and yet, nothing will come. It’s only in moments of intense emotions or moments of no emotions where I can get anything that I can be proud of. Even then, the words don’t stay long. They always change, molding into something else. The potential is always there. When I wrote “watch.” and “oh, blessed,” I was angry at some infinitely small thing. I can’t even remember it now. But I was so angry at the time, it’s insignificance was just as insignificant as it was. The first stanza of the last poem, “unspoken,” was written while listening to my family in another room. The rest was written days afterwards, trying to quantify what love was. I tried my best, but it always feels unfinished. How does one measure something immeasurable?
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Creativity is the lens I see the world through, in someone else's hands. There's always a word for what I feel because there's someone out there that's felt it. My mind is unique, but my mind is also made of thousands of tiny things that I share with others.
