artists. comrades.

Artists.

Comrades. 

Take pleasure - a great pleasure - in that which you create. With your head, with your heart, with your hands. That that which emerges from your being, a thing of great energy, is to be felt, eternally, in your voice. Rely minimally on the feeling of pride present in your friends’ voices when they admire your talent. They merely reflect - mirror - a wonder you created.

You.

Creator, you.

Even God Herself shows off every evening at dusk,

unabashedly streaking the skies with hues so radiant,

it stirs the body to pause in awe.