Who are you, if not an artist.
When there is atleast one moment each day
where your existence manages to impress you.
When there are nights when your eyes refuse to pass into
oblivion,
gasping for one last breath of whatever is
your version of
a gulp of cold water in the middle of a hot July night.
When you have memories that,
force you to hold back your tears in the midst of laughter,
that you wouldn’t trade,
even for happiness.
When silence is your symphony
or when Music is your silence.
When you are willing to love.
