clay (a better title will come soon i'm sure)

sometimes i just don't feel human..

i just don't feel right..

as if i was made in a different image than you.

like clay that continuously changes its form..

more often than not into something more beautiful than its predecessor..

people are born. they age. then die.

the end.

not i...

HA!

If only I were that simple I might sing my praises and thanksgiving to the gods.

But i'm an artform..not a robot..

I change with every breath of wind that blows my way.

New revelations come like clockwork now..

Warming my heart yet aging my soul..

If but I was a human I could live in the bliss of ignorance..

But..ah..

Alas I am art...a piece of work for all intents and purposes.

Like clay forming an exquisite new vase.

The clay never hardens..the glaze never applied.

For I won't stay a vase for long..and I don't know the next piece I'll become..

A moment can change a lifetime, and all life is simply a series of moments

In this moment I've smashed the clay flat once again..

No more vase..it's again time to begin a new design..

After this moment I'll become....(?)

 

leaving myself a comment saying i like so i feel better. lmao.
.peace.love.thought.
-cara-

 

Beautiful thought.

 

Beautiful thought.

 

"If i was human i could live in the bliss of ignorance"...This is a line my soul sings to me often. I think you capture the feeling of being more than human or animal without sounding self-righteous, which is more than i ever manage to do
I enjoyed

Love-Maxi.Xx

 

Nice piece Cara. Interesting you picked a vessel that can be filled instead of just a piece of sculpture.

 

Keep the title its perfect, I like the metaphors.