my life is my art.

i have made a decision to live
fantastically, phenomenally, ridiculously.
there is not enough time.
there is simply not enough time.
so many words, so many thoughts,
so many visions that jolt from my body,
that rattle my veins and brain and bones.
i can't type them fast enough,
i can't count the lose papers, ripped and bent,
my moleskines, and napkins,
that litter my floor
and my head.
they are covered in sketches and scribbles,
notes for the future and reflections on the past.

"my life is my message" said gandhi,
and though i'm no example for the the world
i will write that on my arm until i remember.
i can't get everything inside of me,
the worry, the anxiety, the excitment, the hope,
out fast enough.

there is not enough time to give life to all i see.
and so my life will be my art.
an ever evolving, growing, changing, wondrous,
terrifying masterpiece.
i am at a frightening moment where i feel as though
i can physically shape my world,
create it.
life is an experiment.
one of those fantastic explosions you created in chemistry class.
full of light and color so magical
you want to forget how you got there
and just stay
frozen in that heat,
in that feeling.

you must create that feeling.
i must be that feeling.
be the light,
be the heat.
people will want to be frozen in your moment,
in the time you shape when you are around them.

look at your life.
look at it in the expressions of those faces around you.
realize what you can create,
who you can become,
who you already are.