Art Is

Two people FUCKING each other on stage

It’s swearing and cursing

Shouting, screaming, crying, kissing

It’s Ah and Oh

BOOm BAng POw!

Short and memorable

Always staying sometimes gone


Vital and just there

Short and sweet

It’s looking at the stars and sigh

Chasing memorys and looking for hope

Dreaming without direction

Somwhere in nothingness

Full of meaning and incomprohensible

Writing while hurting

It’s extrovert, somehow for oneself

Never ending

Gone tomorrow

And it’s the one and only for us