the world is still
filled with art and love
and magic in the air.

sometimes bathed in tragedies,
crashing through giant waves,
floating in the sea of miseries
yet so many people
become songs and poetry,
so many people become
not just mere artists but
an art from within—
art itself we become.

it's amazing how we turn
the phantoms of the past,
the cursed and the masked
into something beautiful—
something worth living for.

-c.v.