The Art Collective

 I just wanted to let you know how much I really appreciate everything you've done for me. You've taught me so many things. You've shown me things I never thought could possibly be true. You've shown me that it was only me standing in my own way when all the time I thought it was you stopping me from chasing my dreams, or simply saying what i wanted when I needed to. You've been with me every step of the way my whole life, but now the time has come for me to let you go your own way. There are other people out there who need you much more than I do. I thank you for everything up to this point, but now it's time to say goodbye. I am letting you go. It's my time now. There's nothing left for you to show me. I am ready to face the world all on my own from here on out. I'm standing on my own two feet. I will cast you aside and be the light in this darkened world... And I will not be afraid of you anymore.....

 I cannot die. There is nothing you can do that will ever stop my beating heart. You see, just as long as my heart still beats, blood will flow through my veins, and I will continue to live. And surely, if my heart hasn't been stopped by now, it never will. My heart must be invincible. My heart was your playground for far too long. My heart continues to beat to this day even when you took it for rides that were meant to be still my beating heart. Even when you took it on the ever so scary emotional rollercoaster, my heart still beats. And I am still here. Living. To those of you who stabbed me in the heart, right through my chest, I am here saying to you, there is still blood that courses through my veins. Some of you even stabbed my heart, not through my chest, but stabbed through my back, and yet alive I am still. My heart does bleed, but my heart does still beat. I can understand why all of you would hurt my heart, it is quite the easy target. Often times I imagine it seems as i...

 If you woke up tomorrow, and saw my obituary in the paper, how would you think of me then? Would you remember all the good times with me then? Would all the hate disappear only to be replaced by the love we once shared? Would you cry for me? Would you regret anything wrong you've ever said or done to me?......... Would I finally recieve your forgiveness for my past sins?..... Would you forget the history and all the hurt I may have caused you?..... Would this be the time you remembered what it was like to be in my arms, and wish that you could have that just one last time?..... The last time we spoke, or maybe spent some time together, if you knew then that might have been the last time we communicated, would you have liked it to be different? Why is it now that I'm dead and gone, that you're actually missing me when I'm away from you? When I was alive, you took for granted that no matter what happened between us, that I would always be there, in someway, and when you ...

 That's not a puddle that you so carelessly are playing in. No, that is a collection of tears. So many emotions get hidden by those that pretend to be stronger than they really are for whatever noble reason they choose, but tears have to fall regardless so that's when the clouds crack open and you call it rain. It's why rainy weather makes most people sad or feel pain. Yet, you look forward to the clouds and feeling the wetness on your skin. The sounds of thunder make you smile because you know the destructive power of lightning is sure to follow. Now think about that..... Circa: 12/6/22