Bleeding artistry ▶︎•၊၊||။၊|။• ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

People are noisy.

Our thoughts are deafening.

We are condemnatory , and no matter how far we go , our long- suffering and caring demeanour leaves a trail behind and follows us everywhere, even to places that are too far away.

As children, we dream , we visualise , we envision our aspirations and passions in a light which we can no longer see once we age.

To dream is a privilege, a privilege most of us can no longer afford after losing the very innocence we had.

Disregarding the fact that the things that one refuses to forget evinces in dreams.

Art has been drained and starved , slaughtered by an intelligence that cannot feel like we do , that doesn’t have a heart that bleeds , a soul that yearns.

Oh how the fortunate have become unfortunate.

Our voice , identity and creativity has been purloined from us.

And who’s responsible?!

None other than humans.

So people are nothing and everything all at once.

We destroy the things we think the word of.

And when we love , we hecatomb our lives.

There is so much beauty in tragedy, that our nature proliferates any suffering that comes our way.

Sometimes, people forget that in the end they are human beings.

Society crafts and shrinks us until we convert into someone that they can make sense of.

The world has never been reasonable and kind to artists.

Cinema , Music , Painting , Sculpture , Poetry , Literature, Dance , Photography, How come the rivers we hold as prisoners can never learn how to run?

To not run towards things that we love is a form of sadism that i can no longer comprehend.

How come we are stripped of the very things that makes life worth living?

Sympathy is bestowed by those who think they are above us in a copiously dangerous way.

What we need is empathy not blatantly ignorant sympathy.

We will forever be haunted by the screams of our dreams unfulfilled, we know what awaits us on the other side of the stained Celtic glass , our life should be ours and no-one elses. Our suffering has earned us that .

Pathos arouses once you let it , the end of fear is the beginning of freedom.

Dont run so far away from who you actually are that in the process, you become the very darkness you escape.

                -Prachi Dhawan