In the months that I've spent on deviantART, I've met numerous people of all ages and from all walks of life, joined together as a community by a single entity: the love of and for art. It didn't matter whether one was into poetry, wallpapers, 3D abstract images, prose, indyart or freehand; what mattered was the love shared for works that spilled forth from heart, soul and mind.
Many times have I sat in front of my computer screen and cried for no other reason except for the fact that I was, clichéd as it may sound, moved to tears. Some works I understood more than others, and this was because deviantART not only allowed us to share our works: it let us interact, meet, greet and debate at large whatever the topics may be. The community that existed here was a step above others, because it was not based purely on interaction or art alone; both elements combined gave an even more honest view into an individual's soul and personality, and with that, knowing a person made their works contain and exude more than before.
Everyone has a bit of the artist in them, no matter how good or bad, talented or raw their works are. Personally, the ones which move me the most are those created with pure emotion. It is through these pieces that I meet people who simply amazed me with their sensitivity towards life, society and themselves. However, the beautifully created pieces, whether written, drawn, or created with a mouse/wacom, came at a price: self.
I could cite numerous friends who I have the privilege to know that are hurting inside. It is a hurt so deep and profound, that all I ever want to do is wish, hope and perhaps even try, to ease this burden of theirs.
'tis lonely on the moon.
Life grows cold, one grows old
too soon, too soon.
We all feel lonely, sometime or another. There are days when we feel that no one cares, that nothing's worth anything, that the daily doses of pain reach a stage where it is unbearable. A burden on the soul that rips us apart. And through it all, we're alone. Frustration at our inability to make a change, a difference. Nothing but bleakness and shadows that envelope us in complete darkness. Falling, broken, torn. Alone.
We're not. Honestly we're not. No matter how bleak the days and nights, we're never alone. There's always someone, even if just one, who cares. Always. And more often than not, there are more people out there who give a damn than you'll ever know.
Think what you will:
that life passes you by
that nothing stands still
that people try
I say hold on
That you have faith in what you call true
Honest reflection in no one but you
Let all else go, they matter naught
What matters is your self you sought.
Remember: however bleak and trying times are, however awful someone's treated you, however cruel words spill forth from people, whether strangers, people you once thought were your friends, even family (yes, they can be cruel); there are others who are better, kinder, nicer. Never, ever think that you're not worth it. Everyone deserves a kind word, a helping hand, a friendly grin, a loving smile, hug and touch. Everyone deserves to be reminded why they are special in their own unique way.
Take my hand
and we'll go for a walk
Where I'll show you
But something unique;
But always we seek.
Sunshine: warm in its embrace
Bright charming rays that touch our face
A reminder of burning flame in the dark
Dancing beams of luminance so stark
You can't touch it, but feel it true
Revel in the light that shines on you.
This world is made up of all kinds of people. Remember that. We can't appreciate the good without the bad. We can't control everything around us, but we can do our best in making the slightest, smallest change that may make or break a person's spirit. Be kind. And be strong. We are special, each and every one of us. No matter what others say, we are. Special, unique, courageous. We are who and what we believe ourselves to be, and many times, we surpass even that.
but wash away
Dream of sunshine,
No more chains, only
once in sorrow,
but no more.
It's a beautiful tomorrow.