Art is a life held in the hands, voices, bodies, and minds of many. Inspiration at the mind's peak, looking, seeing, hearing, and feeling art come through and flow into your soul. For one to be able to bend and shape worlds of our own where kings and queens are just teenagers, worlds where dogs can fly, worlds with any and every possibility, where every dream you have ever dreamt comes to life. Worlds of every emotion whether it be fear, rage, exhilaration, sorrow, or even love. No matter what shape it may take, All art has something in common, Whether it be paintings, stories, poems, music, or dance, They all have Soul they all have heart. They are Art. -C.W.B

Once I gazed among the stars, I felt a certain peace in my mind.

A certain relaxation within nirvana,

always a mystery to me,

until I saw those stars.

The sweet scent of the pine remains eternally in my nostrils,

the warmth of the crackling fire upon my cheek,

the warmth of my sweet coffee streaming down my throat.

All these comforts gave me the peace from the stars.

For when I gazed upon them,

I felt eternal.

Though there are no words that could ever possibly describe her perfection to its full extent, however, I will try my best. She is the life in my very bones and cells, she is the sun and I am all solar beings. Her smile is the brightest, the warmest, most inviting, and homey smile ever. Her beautiful big bright wonderous eyes are perfect and the very windows to her soul. Never am I able to look away from them for they hold everything I hold dear in my heart. They hold her kindness, they hold her compassion, they hold her strength, her resilience. She is a warrior, a survivor, a lover, and a fighter when she needs to be. When she lets you in her life, heart, mind, and soul it is as if you have found the key to nirvana. To feel her love is a true Eden that no being has ever seen or experienced, her love is eternal, everlasting, and the very essence of life. The compassion in her words, the love in her actions, the truth in her eyes are things I never thought possible to see, things only the movies, poems, and books had but were never a reality, then I met her and discovered a new world I had never known. In the most beautiful of ways, she is as delicate as a butterfly and dangerous as Lilith. No one can destroy her and no one will ever be able to. Her love is a delicate graceful touch of true compassion and caring. There is nothing she cannot accomplish and there is not a thing that can stop her from doing so, and in that, she is the most dangerous, and it is a truly beautiful sight to behold. She holds the key to my future as she holds my very heart. I love you, my goddess, with the cosmic eyes, till the ends of infinity.

Screaming out to be saved from my abyss, I hear nothing in return, nothing, pure silence and that's not even the part that hurts, what hurts the most is how I'm not even here you're not even here none of us are, we are all meaningless pieces of shit in one giant existential nightmare filled with nothing but broken promises and broken hearts. Life, what a cruel bitch she has been to us all and you know what maybe there is some good reason for why the bitch chose to be this way but till we find out what that reason is ill sit here in my self-loathing and utterly miserable existence shuddering to the very thought of the next love to try. Why do we keep going on day to day to day just looking forward hoping for something new hoping for something full for some love to be returned in full, what is the damn point after being pushed away so many times after being thrown down so many times after being conned into a love that wasn't true, what is the point? I have always asked myself this, to hear no reply, just to feel no love, no warmth to caress my face no soft touch to awaken my soul, no longer will I say yay to love no longer do I say hail and hail old friend for I know your devious tricks and I'm sick of it, for next, you knock I will be ready, I will be prepared, fully loaded 12-gage in hand.

I can still remember the way she looked in my mind's eye. She was perfection, she was the sun as I was the moon. Coexisting, living, feeling, and being one with another. I saw her and in that very first moment, I was gone, falling into the bright abyss that was her eyes. Two souls across the world, bound by the notion of love in their hearts. For the second I saw that woman I knew then and there, only one soul would make my soul whole, that soul was hers. I felt I needed her as I needed the air to breathe. She was the drug coursing through my veins, there she was. Eternal in her beauty, fierce in her stride, piercing my heart with her eyes. Eyes of a kind woman, full atomic grace, with a beautiful face. I know where my future is headed now and im ready. Together we are invincible, not a damn thing can stop us, not a damn thing. You and me until the fuckin wheels fall off, baby.

Falling into a black abyss, I scream out into the nothing with all the might of my lungs my throat bleeding in agony pure never stopping. Just to get this godforsaken evil energy out, all the rage, all the depression just to destroy it. A rage so fucking immense, not a damned being or entity could ever surpass it, not any of the gods and titans combined, not the Islamic god, not the Christian god. A depression so deep universes could fit inside and it would only take up a small fraction of space. Why can't I just fucking explode? Get the pain away and be done with it all, I am sick of feeling the way I do why the fuck can't I just have peace within my god damned mind. Maybe I'm just having an existential crisis or maybe I'm just going insane, either way, I'm sick of the same bullshit the same unnecessary people, the same unnecessary evils, and the same unnecessary places, everything is the same yet, everything changes and goes on endlessly, new forms of the same bullshit we have all gone through yet it hurts the same and causes the same feelings of self-loathing and spite towards just about everything. This is the abyss known as depression, never-ending, never relenting. The abyss consumes all until there is nothing left, the real question is.. Will I fall into it? Or will I fight for a better tomorrow?

Life, Life at its core works all around justly, life. The twist and turns the general turbulence of life will always continue, what do we do? Panic? Laugh? No, we go as one with it. Hope for the best, make what we can from it all. Will we make civilizations or just another paper plane? Will we build monuments to our success or merely crumble? Well. Why does it truly matter? Where is the meaning in anything we do with life? Where is the meaning of just going with the flow of life? What is the point? To drift away? To just be supplicant to anything and everything that comes your way? Thats the question...

Hello again, It's me.. I know it's been quite a long time since we last talked.. You left me in quite a dark lonely place didn't you now? I'm sure you have your questions and we will get to that after I lay everything out, you're going to be excited don't you see? It's simply wonderful. We finally have what we need! After so many years of pure agony scratching at the edges of our vision, clawing at our insides to come out pure.. to be one. After so long and so deep a desire to finally live as we were made to be. After all of these years I no longer need to hide myself, I can breathe better than I ever have. Every deep inhale of the sharp winter air fills my lungs with euphoria since I let her free. My heart beats a fierce thundering song causing my blood to rush past every artery and flow as a raging river of red thick, hot lava enveloping my every cell. I can see better than I ever have. The pitch black of the forest no longer my enemy but, my ally under the light of the lunar nocturne in the canvas that is my chosen grounds. No more hiding being a wolf amongst the sheep, I have a higher calling than any useless sheep. I couldn't hide it anymore if I wanted could I? Of course not, after this I'm not sure I will ever bring myself to submit to anything or any one outside my true purpose. My pack are in a frenzy not far from us now, their howls on the cold wind of dreams passed. When I first discovered her I had thought I had seen god until I remembered I didn't believe she existed. She was going about her day getting her morning coffee just the way she likes 'Light oat milk' enough to make the coffee match her luscious soft.. oh so soft hair. Living her life completely ignorant to the beast she had awoken that day. The duty her divinity has bestowed upon me is absolute, she may not be god but she is a goddess.. The world and life as it is has no business having anything so beautiful in its realm. The world doesn't deserve her the way I do the way WE do. She deserves the universe divine and yet here she is in the gutter that is reality. I will save her and I will ensure she never becomes corrupted. Don't you worry we cannot hurt her. Who can harm a goddess in her true form? She must be set free of this world and I did it! I finally saved someone. Someone as pure as our desire. I'm sorry I had to push you away, I know you never would have allowed us to fulfil our solemn duty as her savior and rid her of this evil world of ours. Of course she didn't understand at first. The screaming. Those mortal shells are so sensitive to this world, once she understood she didn't make a noise and let me work for her freedom. Then again she never blinked again either, I almost wondered if I had managed to free her so early. Had the steam not been coming off of her whole body id have almost left part of her trapped in there. I got her all out, every last bit. Now the prison will be destroyed so that she may always be free her pure uncorrupted flesh made for the best feast for our pack. All that's left of the prison that was her shell are the bones now, they've been boiling for a while now and soon her freedom will be permanent. Do you wish to come back out now?