I watched you beneath the shifting hues of the colored lights. The way your body twisted and bent beneath the cracks of our reality. Every step you took turned the floor into diamonds like stepping stones. You cradled the pyramids and whispered something the other shadows seldom stopped to hear.
I wish you were patient with who you are. I wish you would lift your head up now and again and join me beneath the nocturne and share those whispers with me. You're a lot like them, and they're a lot like you. A lot of that heart of yours having given up. " This is the way it is. " what a terrible set of words you must tell yourself.
They say with every new age we ascend our minds grow sharper and keen. The only part they don't seem to tell you is that we always carry the old fears and dusted struggles. They can swap the body and show a new face but that old cage is still floating over our heads. We're told to keep in place, stay off the grass, only wear this color, only have this and that and this...and that...
They don't deserve to have that power over you. They don't say for you. You say for you. They don't decide what you love. They don't decide how you express yourself. They don't decide what life you will have. Please listen to me.
Breathe a little. Prop the cage off if you can every once in awhile. Talk to me. Talk to all of us. We want to hear those whispers.
You do it by turning the image format into a .txt file, then changing or removing some of the coding, or maybe just writing a line that say "I'm doing art". Hell, you can even copy and past lines of code.
After you turn it back into an image format, the file is all distorted and messed up. However I've only seen it work on MAC's. windows default image viewer does not even attempt to open corrupted files. But MAC does.
Just thought you might like to know.
Have you ever heard of glitch art? You do it by turning the image format into a .txt file, then cha
I wish I had something meaningful to add here, but for once this one seems to be entirely beyond me. At least when it speaks for itself, it speaks positively. :-)
I wish I had something meaningful to add here, but for once this one seems to be entirely beyond me.
