Until I surpass the clouds and dance naked with the angels; art will be my breath and art will be my blood. Art will be the thing that will see me through the darkness! Art will be the thing that brightens my light! Art will be the food I eat for sustenance. Art will be the leaves that adorn my trees. Art will paint my canvas of abundance. Art will be the language I speak. Art will be the sun that warms my soul. Art will be the home that guides me home. Art will be the stars that remind me I am not alone. Art will be the clouds bringing softness into my existence. Art will be the celestial guide that pulls me forward. Art will be the novel that aligns the bookshelf of my spirit. Art will be my alarm clock getting me out of bed in the morning. Art will be the long grass in which I ground myself barefooted. Art will be the universe in which I chose to radiate. Art will be all my vital organs in which I need to survive. Art will be the music that silences my mind. Art will be the mountaintop in which I wander. Art will be the thing that keeps me here. Art will be the wind that carry my souls whisper towards the stars. Art will be my lighthouse that pierces through the fog, showing me the way back to myself.
Art will be my calm river of inspiration, flowing endlessly and quenching my creative thirst. Art will be the phoenix rising from my ashes, reminding me of the power of rebirth. Art will be the butterfly that flutters in my chest, reminding me of the beauty of transformation. Art will be the vines that climb and intertwine, creating a sanctuary where I can rest and rejuvenate. Art will be the dance of shadows and light, creating a ballet that captivates my weary soul. Art will be the stardust sprinkled in my path, illuminating each step with cosmic wonder. Art will be the prism that refracts my tears into rainbows, transforming sorrow into beauty. Art will be the timeless clock, where moments of my creativity become eternal treasures. Art will be the mighty oak, offering shade and strength when I need to rest. Art will be the guardian angel whispering inspiration, protecting my inner muse. Art will be the sailor's compass, steering me towards uncharted territories of the soul. Art will be the morning coffee that awakens my senses. Art will be the cozy blanket that wraps around me on a cold night, providing warmth and comfort. Art will be the nourishing meal that satisfies my hunger, feeding my soul with nourishment. Art will be the afternoon walk in the park, offering me peace and a moment of reflection. Art will be the light switch that illuminates the room banishing my darkness.
Or said in fewer words - Art, in its boundless forms, is the essence of my existence. Until I surpass the clouds and dance naked with the angels, art will be my breath and blood, seeing me through darkness and brightening my light. It is the food that sustains me, the leaves that adorn my trees, and the paint upon my canvas of abundance. Art speaks the language of my soul, warms me like the sun, and guides me home. It is the stars that remind me I'm not alone and the clouds that bring softness into my life. Art is my celestial guide, my novel of the spirit, my morning alarm, and the grass that grounds me. It is the universe in which I radiate, my vital organs, my mind's music, and the mountaintop I wander. Art is my calm river, my phoenix, my butterfly, and my prism. It is my mighty oak, my guardian angel, and my sailor's compass. Art is my morning coffee, my cozy blanket, my nourishing meal, my peaceful park walk, and the light switch that banishes my darkness. Art is everything, the lifeline that keeps me here.