Art only seems to matter when it makes others feel something,
something too often unspecific and open to interpretation,
something too often meaningless without viewers.

You are not art.
You create art.
With your smile and frowns and cries
and eternally hopeful soul that just yearns for change that a painted single moment doesn't relent.

Grow and go do art. Bloom.
Art is what stays of you after you're long gone.

And yeah call your bones creative and imaginative,
call them art,
but once you die you will leave no more trace with your body than the others.

Paint your soul on something before you go.