Friday, March 19, 2021

Art

I have never considered myself art
Art is full of beauty
I am full of art
But I am not art
Art is full of longing
I am made of art
But I will never be art
Art is full of mystery
I see art all around me
But art will never be me
Art is full of soul
But I am everything
I am also nothing
This is why I will never be art

-Paula Cohen
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