This piece was written to shed light on creatives. Artists often perceive the world in a unique way that many people don’t understand, so I wanted to do my best to describe that.

Artists.
Those that lose sleep trying to perfect.
The writers,
The dancers,
The craft being something their soul reflects.
The filmers,
Painters,
Color flowing throughout their brain. 
Singers, 
Actors,
Creativity racing like a train.

Artists.
They don’t have to speak to explain.
Their language comes from emotion, 
Always set in motion, 
Calm or ripply like the ocean,
Never silent, sometimes silenced, 
Always in passionate devotion.

I am an artist. 
You’ll live within my words, 
Twirls,
Shots,
Sketches,
Lyrics, 
Scripts,
In my world, locked and unseen to the naked eye,
But every creation is a key to the inside of my mind.

Process

This was the first poem that flowed right through the ink of my pen. Usually, it’s difficult for me to form my words in a way that makes sense or matches what I envisioned in my mind. But once I jotted down the first stanza, I couldn’t stop. My biggest inspiration was a video of me describing all the things I wanted to accomplish in life that unexpectedly went viral, connecting me with so many people who related to me. For some reason, I thought I was alone, but many people across the world, many artists, reminded me that we’re just creatives who see the world in a way many have dismissed as “unrealistic” or “silly.”