Musings: Artist

I am quiet, often people will see me as harmless, innoxious and tame. But what I am, I am an artist. We put actions into words and retrieve words from the actions. We create what we need and destroy what is unnecessary. We are powerful - omnipotent. We make you think. We make you do. We sew your lips and slice the thin threads which we sewed it with. We make you see, the reality and while you believe its reality, all it really was, was an illusion. An illusion of our reality. We are intimate with our guns- Ebony and Ivory. We shoot our victims, not to wound but to heal. Not to kill but to beget rebirth. We are unpredictable, our instincts makes our heart beat. We celebrate and mourn - the good and bad,The evil and divine, The heaven and hell. We know every existence has a story to tell. We are timid, yet, bold. We speak with eyes and listen with our minds. We keep hearts in our hands and our morals in the coffin. We are free from all the bonds which holds others back. We are the prisoners of emotion. The angels of occult. For us the dark is as good as light; We hold the key to the doorways which lead to them. We are true to the nature. Animals in the body of human. We are Shy, reserved and a virtual recluse. Harnessing the wilderness within the bones. We write till the paper bleeds and cover them with our tears. We are savage beasts of gentleness. We are the device of our own making and we take pride in it.