In the morning, all that remained was her smell crawling in the pillow. And there was a letter written on blood smashed on the table:
"I once said that 'immerse yourself in the soul is only doing what you believe in, without compromise with the result. " So here it goes a special message about art for you:
I only design art through the love and love was just all what we got yesterday
and I only believe in love with cry
and I only believe in existence with pain
and I only believe in love with the teeth
and I only believe in heart beating hard in the chest
and I only believe in blood that flows in and boil without embarrassment
and I only believe in hunger that the red urges
and I only believe in a head that overflows without brake in fall
and I only believe in a body that has fever and night burning home
I only believe in this cleft infinite
I only believe it.
Hey, I think I only believe in you! "
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i only belive in love that is tremultous, love that is torturuos, love that is devastingly feverish, love that rips you to shreads and then somehow pulls your pieces back together as if they were never taken apart and that my friend is what i call art.
[be well]
kissykissy
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