What am I?
I am so many atoms.
A universe lives within me
Always something/
Never nothing.
That is what I am destined to be.
Does this make sense?
To be an atom indivisible, yet infinitely divisible?
From what I hear now, I’m made up of particles
Leptons and quarks
Some charming, some strange, some up, some down,
Some top and some bottom
Always something
Never nothing.
That is what we are and always will be,
But there’s a catch.
Quanta always have a catch,
A special trick.
Take a light and watch it flick.
Sometimes a very tiny something
That seems almost nothing
Passes massless into a field of energy.
And n
I am a self-taught artist. I work with various mediums from FX makeup, pencil drawings, photography, polymer clay, and watercolor paintings. I've been favoring watercolor as I am learning how to paint portraits of people I know and meet.
It is difficult to articulate the sense of loss that I have been overwhelmed with lately. Those who have passed on to the next world and those who chose to disconnect from my heart strings.
Pretty perforated plastic packaging of placebo people,
consumed to aid in alleviating the side effects of this tunnel vision version of reality.
Still left feeling empty.
Individual perception is fabricated
candy coated in fake attributes.
Apathy aftertaste
reminds me that
I was never a people person to begin with.