" On Purpose "

I started from nothing.



A blank piece of paper.



I had an idea. A plan.



An overture. A sketch.



I am an artist without inspiration.



A center. A focus. A sphere.



I am crafting my masterpiece.



Oceans of water and flame.



I use negative space masterfully.



Suffering was born.



I am a conductor awaiting my band.



The stars of the show.



I add detail. Twists in the plot.



Loneliness. Curiosity.



I know how it goes.



Crests and valleys. Gold and filth.



I had an idea. A plan.



Conflict. Growth.



I am an artist without an audience.



But there is no path.



I make art for art's sake.



Left behind. A pointless finale.



I am an artist. And art imitates life.



The work is finished. Added to the gallery.



And what is life without suffering?



A finger on a switch. A spark.



Let there be light.