Artists

Poets are broken people who wallow in the sadness of self-imposed tragedies...

Painters see into the souls of people but remain mute witnesses to life...

Writers are people who hide their words in writing while screaming inside wishing to be understood...

Pianists and classical artists are much better except that they are always crying inside...

Sculptors are the sensual ones who hide their insecurities in carnal conquests...

Rockstars and singers hide behind their songs and the facade of drugs and the spotlight...

Potters are odd, but they make the best lovers...

Dancers hide in the intricacies of their choreography, lost to their own world...

Thespians are trapped in the boundary of reel and real, never knowing where they are...

...sad people, all of them... what many fail to realize is that in order to be great in their art, they have to be damaged souls... a writer or a poet or a songwriter must experience pain to create. And all must carry a gaping hole in their psyche to be magnificent....

...such is the cruel heavy price of art....