Shapes in Existence

I'd love to tell you what it says but I can't read it myself.
The presence of an experience that has yet to happen.
Those feelings that exist out of nothing.

I wish I could erase the future, and decide it myself.
But you must let yourself be overtaken by time.
Time doesn't decide anything other than time.
Moments decide life.
Moments are not created, they are observed.

To expose the art or the creation of something is to see truth.
The vulnerable, clear, undeniable truth of the things that exist in true reality.

I can't help but feel the rage of those who can not see truth.
Those who live blindly and try to face things with their flesh and not their soul.

Observe the faces that lie beneath the masks.

True art is the articulation of the heart.
True heart is the articulation of life.
True life is the articulation of love.

Silence.
Silence.

Finding solace in decisions made and searching for symmetry amongst shapes that have no reflection.

Grab it but don't squeeze it.
Hold it, but allow it to breath.
Taste it, but don't eat it all.

Things will happen as they should.
This is the reality we all live in.



Illustrations and Writing by Cam Novak