Poetry is the physical transmission of the human soul onto paper. There are no rules to truly bind it; no predetermined path it must follow. It can be an eloquent flutter of beauty or the transgressional release of a demon from its cage. Words flow across paper as we do through the river of time. Though some days we may seek a full stop, I would prefer a semicolon; a quick breath in the flow of the poetry in our lives.
― Mozo Void (via mozovoid)
How can anybody truly understand the content of your soul until you spill it over a canvas and let them paint with it?