Aurora Lexica

[auroralexica]

We all meet only 2 kinds of people in our lives -

Those who are the key to our happiness.

And those who are the lock to our happiness.

At times, we need to destroy the locks to get to the key.

We ourselves, however, are both the lock and the key to our happiness.

[auroralexica]

Long after people forget to write... A person will discover the loveletters their grandparents wrote to each other. And thus they will take up the pen.

Art cannot die, just as the war never will.

Art is a man's way of preparing for the next war of survival, afterall.

[auroralexica]

And my only regret of being an artist is that I am an artist.

Sometimes when I am alone with my raging thoughts, I just want someone to make an artwork out of me.

But nobody paints paintbrushes.

They are used, then discarded for new ones.