before I explode

every emotion is raw material for art,
each one, a gem
some i feel deeply and create art from it,
some i feel point one percent and still create from it.
i’m an artiste.
if i express any emotion at full throttle, it does something wild and untraceable.
i can enter any portal,
handle any emotion thrown at me.
life is not linear.
it throws all sorts of emotions at me,
from all corners.
and if i’ve created art on it, manoeuvred it, experienced it, expressed it, moved and moved and moved on it,
i can ride those emotions anytime.
i can’t promise i won’t be scared,
but i’ll live for sure.
i have experienced enough to not collapse.
understood my being in all shades,
but that’s just the beginning.
i want to explore and express.
i’ll express and express and expand
because i’m life,
i’m art.
i’ll express and express and explode
into stardust,
merge with this universe,
every particle of me
scattered across billions of years,
floating through galaxies,
alive,
breathing,
brimming with the unknown,
drifting through time,
carrying nothing,
just floating,
finally at peace.