from the hindu

Looked at some sketches of a friend.
They invoked emotions in me.
At a time and place at the university where
everyone is busy and stoic and robotic
at a time in the work world where everyone seems to
to not see the person next to them
I was reminded how love feels
warm fuzzies
home
Love, passion, hope.

felt, how art can make you see things
forgotten, washed from conscious
when you get lost deep and far
you aren't even aware
you can look for home
and you hang in empty space

art, When you need to remember and be
what you once were,
where you once headed
longed.
possible.
alive.

Why did I dislike engineering?
Because they ensured there is no place for words, for art
atleast not for all.
And as I write this at 4 am, I am behind the engineer's work I am already behind.
But words can't wait.
Tools can.