The Art and The Hours

 “I wrote the "Art and The Hours" about the days when we don’t want to think about things, or go back to a bad situations.

On those days, we will do everything in our power to fill up the moments with something productive. And for the most part that is good, and being creative is always therapeutic. But what I have found is sometimes you just need to feel it, go through it, not hide it, not paint it out, not sing it out. Sit in silence and just feel it. And that is what The Art and The Hours is all about. It’s keeping oneself away from things that would probably only do them another injustice. You can think about them, you can feel them, but just don’t act of them.”

The Art and The Hours

Seconds go by and the minutes sometimes seem to take more than 60 to get to an hour

And the sun sometimes sets before it has risen. I think of all the ways to write about something that makes sense to no one.

And I sharpen my pencils and I draw before my voice found the notes to sing it. The sun started to peak through but then thought better of it. The paint was dripping off the sides of the canvas and I just watched it fall to the floor. That’s all I did, I just watched it. And I don’t think I’ll wipe it up today, maybe never. I like the way it looks unfazed and uncaring that I have stepped right into it and smeared the purples and the golds on the bottom of my one black shoe, making a mark on the kitchen floor that somehow seems accurate in it’s description of what bittersweet and sunshine is suppose to mean.

I wrote you a letter today but turned it into a poem. It’s getting harder and harder to keep track of it all. But all it really is, is just the art and the hours that keeps me away from you.

And we both know that’s for the best.