To the ones who bleed blue

So many individuals grasped the hold of a brush or ink when they felt the need to vent their emotions and dive deep into the world of their creation. The world is an unfair place and asking it to treat you fairly is like questioning the unfathomable. It is the nature of humans to kick someone when they are down. We often question the beauty and unique sense of individuality we hold because of the scars and imperfections that are embedded within us. But does any existing humanity in the world question the beauty of the moon though we all know it is adorned with its set of flaws that run deep in craters and valleys?

The flawed beings that have embarked on the birth of art and stories that captivated thousands of human minds. The essence of pain captured by the flair of the pen and the artistic bend of the brush forged the existence of a world that spoke the language of the human heart that often the silent syllables recorded by human conventions could not fathom. The agony that surmounts us, the angst that we feel, our souls strike the pen with passion, in the nurture of our masterpieces, our spirits begin to heal.

This is a reminder to embrace the creative side in you, to unleash the unhealed ounces of your heart,

To expose them to light,

To leave them to breathe, to turn them into art.

- Hri