The Art of Existing

Call it art, call it expression

it doesn’t matter what name you give it.

At the heart of it,

it’s just someone trying not to vanish.

Every brushstroke,

every word,

every trembling note in a song

is a way of saying,

"I am still here.

Don’t forget me."

Some people make art to scream,

others to whisper.

Some to stitch their wounds shut,

others to leave them open

so someone else might understand.

But all of it

all of it is survival.

A hand reaching into the dark,

searching for proof

that they still exist,

that they still matter,

that someone, somewhere,

might see them.

So call it art.

Call it expression.

Call it whatever you like.

At the end of the day,

it’s just a person choosing

not to disappear quietly.

It’s a refusal.

It’s a heartbeat pressed into something

that will outlive the silence.

-dmnd