Sometimes You Just Have To Be There
All of art is not for you, it is not for me.
This week’s post is a little late, and that’s because I was preparing a poem for a wedding. The poem is about love, and the ways that sometimes we do not notice time passing, or how our love shapes everything we gaze upon.
It’s not the complete poem, and I won’t be posting the text because, sometimes, things happen, and we are unaware of them. It doesn’t mean it’s not important or deserving of attention, but maybe, they don’t always need our attention.
Things always happen around us, art always happens around, beauty happens around us.
This is a small peak at one of those moments, that were not for us, for you, but that I get to share with all of y’all.
