We have words so that we do not bleed
We have paint so that we do not shatter and splatter the inner workings of our artist’s minds and tragic human hearts onto pieces of paper and canvases.
We have skins that contain us, our beautiful amazing essence that flows through our blood stream gushing, pulsating and giving us life.
It is good that we have these skins so that we do not ooze that essence away like forgotten bath water after the temperature has run cold.
We have hands that help us shape the world around us, moulding, malleable like a piece of play dough
Imagine what the world would look like if we turned our insides out