I want to be with an artist

Because an artist is free. She's not caged by any hypocritical prison set up by man. She's herself, she doesn't care about the standards that the society build up to judge people. She will see people through the material covers into their soul, and none of the souls are as full as hers. She doesn't have to hide it, she shows it, she expresses it. Her thoughts are her soul. She doesn't need to speak to let it out, yet it's more lively than any spoken words.

Because an artist is creative. There are no boundaries with her. She breaks the law of physics and the logic known to man. In her eyes, there are no limits, even the sky. The artist believes beyond that line is another world that you can only see when you close your eyes. A world you can only feel with your words run wildy, your body moves freely, your soul turns into sound, and you are the color of that world. 

Because an artist is sensitive. Every smallest things in this existence can touch her heart. When she loves, it's more beautiful than any scenery man can ever think of, but when she's hurted, there are thousands of thorns piercing through her skin. Although it's painful and it's surreal, she's thankful for that. It reminds her that she's alive, she still can feel, and as long as her feeling is true, she will burn with all the passion.

Because an artist feels lost. This world is not for her. She's all alone. She knows people, people know her, but who they are. All she sees is the shell of man. She once wore a cover to protect her, and she felt safe with it, yet it's also a burden after time. She took it off and no one recognizes her. She feels more vulnerable. The artist then built her own world where she's herself and no one can hurts her.

Because an artist is a painting, captured on a canvas. She's a work of a skillful hand. The painting was once the attention of the crowd, but then the painter put himself into another masterpiece. She's forgotten, surrounded by shadow. It's the frame that holds her together, and her price is pain.

Because an artist has her flaws and the flaws that made her, made me.