Toyo's Write Dimension

Art What if art isn't just what we do, but who we are? Here's a piece I wrote in a moment of deep reflection on creativity, faith, and identity. It reminds you that your life is a masterpiece in progress. We Are All Artists I was thinking today… What do I want to do with my life? What are my hobbies? What is my passion? And the first thing that pops into my mind Is art. But then I pause… and ask: What is art? Crazy, right? Why art ? Is it something that’s been embedded in my mind? Or just another idea society has planted, Telling me what to love, Telling me who to be? So I asked again What is art? I checked Google, It said: “Art is the expression of human creativity and imagination.” So does that mean… We are all artists? Or is that just what society wants me to believe? Am I passionate about art? Or just imagining that I am? But wait Isn’t imagination art? That means I’m an artist. You’re an artist. We are all artists. Even in the silence of a thought, Even in the st...

This Is Me. Kinda. (A little back story to me and my poems) (I tend to write thoughts depending on how I feel at a given time, and when I am sad is when I have the most pain to write, and most people might see or hear and think I am a sad person, but I am not,  sometimes I am, but that's not the point) A little backstory about me and my poems I’m not sad. Let’s start there. I know my words sound like rain, Like grey clouds and thunder caught in a pen, But that’s not sadness That’s just the sound of bottled silence finally spilling out. I’ve held it in for too long. Too many unsaid thoughts pressed against the inside of my chest, like fists on a closed door. This, this right here, is me opening that door. So don’t hear my voice and assume sorrow. Sometimes I’m happy. Sometimes I’m not. Sometimes I’m just  in between , which is where most of us live anyway,  let's not lie to our selfs. I write what I feel  in the moment . It could be joy. It could be pain. It could be ...