That’s why you’re art.

I yearn for a witness.
I still can’t get over the fact that life unravels like that.
The experience preoccupies my mind non-stop and I don’t know if it is because it just happened or it has been happening but I just noticed it.

It really happens like that.
Would I even want to unsee it?

I had never felt so certain. And so uncertain in my life at the same time.
And euphoric too.

Have I lost my mind or have I gained something with it?

There’s a profound sense of something I could only resonate with well enough to describe as love.

That’s what art does. That’s why you’re art, my love.

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