Simple yet so beautifully written!
I can’t draw.
I can paint, sometimes.
But it’s not very good.
I can write though.
Not too well,
but well enough.
I can’t express myself sometimes.
But I can hug.
And a hug can be
more than a painting
or a song
or even a piece of literature.
And like all art that needs an audience
thank you for always being mine,
and giving meaning to
that escape my lips – as sighs,
or frowns, or twitches of the eyebrows,
-the fleeting changes in the premature lines
across my face.
for making me art.