"Don't Forget to Breathe."

art.
that word used to mean paintings.
drawings.
that's what a lot of people think when they hear the word "art".
because it is art.
but not all of it.

there is so much more.
art to everyone should and must mean passion.
desires.
what you do in the day that pleases you and makes you happy.
so many things i do help me greatly.
drawing.
painting.
singing.
composing.
writing.
acting.
living.

but most of all, what get's everything going..
is helping.
it's "how my heart behaves."
that's what i do.
help.
in any way possible.
to anyone i can.

i cannot think that if i stopped, i could still be stable.
still be standing.
but i can't stop; it's not who i am.

"the whole world is on your case,
i could offer you a warm embrace.."

i had thought that if i tried hard, that it would be too much and i would topple over.
i'd push so far that i'd forget to breathe.
but words shocked me.
being called strong for my weaknesses.
for my mistakes.
for my failures.
for my flaws.

strength is a hard thing to come by.
and it's another thing to actually be able to grasp it.
to hold it in your hands.
to feel it all around you.
to feel it inside you.

i don't "feel" strong.
but i can see that other people know.
that they know i have strength in me.
and they help me believe it, too.

i'm a helper.
i'm a writer.
i'm a musician and a singer.
i'm an artist.

but the art doesn't really lie in the work ahead.
it's you, and who is beside you for everything you are.

"though winds of change are blowing wild and free,
you ain't seen nothing yet"

weight has suddenly become very familiar to me.
i think we're close to being friends.
because, bit by bit...
it gets a little less heavy.

"thank you."

with love and light,
eve morgan