Art…

…that which evokes emotion.

I miss you, I love you.

Emotion.

Art imitates life, or life imitates art?

If emotion is evoked by art, am I life, or am I imitation?

Life…art…is there even a line anymore?

Words can move me…when I feel sincerity.

I thought I’d lost the ability to even recognize these things.

I feel I’m becoming lost in apathy and cynicism.

I have been trying so desperately to stop caring for nearly ten months now. I want to be indifferent.

Isn’t being indifferent and selfish the reasons I’ve been driven to this? And also the same reasons I’ve brought this upon myself?

Art…

…perhaps it means drawing one simple line.