of jerseys never returned
she kept the art in my heart alive.
never really did saw myself as an artist. i write, yes. but it's more of an intellectual process. like solving a puzzle instead of painting a picture. instead of aesthetics, i try to make a point, i try to make sense of it all. it was all structure. a scaffolding for thought.
but you don't get to see all angles solely from your own set of eyes.
some people just exude art. they might get stuck having to study food technology, but pen on paper, they can't help but make beauty.
seeing that in others, and most importantly, having others see that in me too, made me revisit my latent artistry. maybe all of this prose isn't just an academic-adjacent exercise. maybe these elements of poetry actually have artistic value.
hey, if people with bachelor of science degrees can follow their heart to make art, then why can't i follow her.
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