quarantines

sitting in silence,
in the darkness and naked.
I manipulate parts of my brain
Linking stuff together.

Its so quiet
my thoughts echoe through the walls.
self examining,
checking how much
external and internal damage has been done.

moments of cleanness
polluted with purity
and self-realisation

We live like art is for sophisticated people
Like certain beings have wealth
To open the doors of art
Art is not an asset but rather a perspective.

Everybody is an artist
And they are drawing their lives
Even when doing nothing
They are drawing the white spaces of the
picture.

Strings of an old violin
Beat a thousand times out of tune
For a single perfectly pitched note
That brings everlasting joy