Painting

The gateway to the soul

Art

The gateway to the answers of the world

But sometimes painting isn’t enough

Art isn’t enough.

I need to consume the paint

Have it slip down my throat

Go through my digestive track

And paint my organs

Maybe whenever the toxins begin to curdle up

I cough out the paint

It running down my eyes as my new tears

It will be enough.

Feeling the paint

Paint myself

Painting my organs

My bones

My very being

Art is very therapeutic.

But sometimes painting isn’t enough.