WHo ArT YOu?

The future placed ahead is vaguely seen.. And, the after taste of the past lingers in the saliva of life that surrouds the tastebuds of who you are. A mental frenzy escaping with each touch of hope; faith; denial; rejection. Exploding in the form of who you are, which is a meaty flesh of a direct reflection of what your senses have formulated after years of living in a world of sensational expresional living in all forms of life, which breath though the plants that breath throught the dirt that you were originally made from.a not so vicious cycle. The artistic value is devided by the expression that you put into it and added to the thoughts that are not taken into action; and then taken into consderation that no matter if you accept what you are, you are who you are because of what you have and havent done all the way down to the reactions you still havent had , made , seen or felt. The depression you havent had the chance to dwell.in. the sadness that you want to escape is still in the future; put away so that you can feel the happiness that makes you melt.. you cant have one with out the otheres help.. how do you know the future if the past was never there.. how do know you are happy if you have never had the sad. and how can you have any of it here if you have never been there...