fiction not fact

Art is fiction not fact
more than what it is
yet less than what it seems
perception isn't reality,
yet that's all art is:
the perception of reality.

Art is
the idea of what is
the idea of what isn't
the idea of what could be

Art is nothing but creation
even when it is destruction
It is emotion, numbness,
the truth one sees or
the lies one doesn't.

The face, the body, the mind
fingers flying across blank paper
losing ourselves while creating a mirror
what was once empty now full
of the being that is
who we are.

The past, the future, the present
yesterday's tomorrow is where we reside
Our eternal home until we reach eternity
In this promise unbreakable yet unknown
the only absolute certainty
is our own morality.

Art is the mark we leave upon the world
The end result of us.