The Artist.
Did you forget? The dancing by your audience that surprises you every time.
Did you forget? The dancing by your audience that surprises you every time.
Momentary. Also, forever. Expressions fixed for a minute in your grasp before they’re lost to the sea.
This is your system for time. Because time is a language like a garden, it cannot be rushed.
And like the fire, you possess nothing because everything is already yours.
You haven’t seen anything like that since. But you keep looking. You will always keep looking.
It is here you remember the feeling. The first feeling. Caught between uncertainty and awe.
Growth And you looking out onto the roofs and the birds swirling anew in the air.