Torn from a book of my thoughts on a page without a date

Because glory is fleeting and passion is consuming.

Art is the desire to consume passion. To absorb it and leave it for the world in a timeless form.

I compose the most beautiful thoughts on the backs of my eyelids. Etched out of darkenss and illuminated by my dreams I am taunted with these visions of art. Sometimes I can only see clearly when my eyes are shut. Sometimes I only live in my sleep.