Deidara And Sasori
Art is an eternity
Art is an explosion
Art is calm
Art is a blast
Art is for centuries
Art is for seconds
Art is to last
Art is to be destroyed
Art is forever there
Art is momentary
Art is meant to be immortal
Art is meant to be beautiful and fleeting
Art is stone, wood, reliable
Art is dynamite, dangerous, unexplained, unexplainable.
Art is quiet, reserved
Art is fiery, untamed
Wild.
Art is beautiful as it weathers the test of time.
Art is beautiful in its transient state.
Art is beautiful in its unchanging shape
Art is beautiful in its ever shifting state
Art is different in, to every eye, Danna.
Heh. As if.
But underneath all of our bluster,
Our bravado
Our heated arguments,
I actually care,
If I could choose a moment to die, I
Would choose to die in battle, using my art and
Next to you.
I would forgo my dream of dying with my own ultimate jutsu,
Give up my dream of dying in a flash and a bang.
And I, an eternity of life never changing.
I will be a fire, one day smothered and forgotten.
I will be remembered. My legacy will live on.
Yet…
Danna…
Deidara…
It doesn't matter.
Art is beautiful
Each to his own
We are all our own beholder.
Art is me, art is us. We are living emblems of our art. What it can do. What we can do. We are the limit-and more.
I am sealed, preserved for eternity and forever will be.
I am quick, powerful, and create repercussions everywhere, whether it be by my actions or my art.
We are both remembered, both preserved, both dying, both sealed in memory for generations to come.
We are Deidara And Sasori, fellow artists at heart
I may die tomorrow, I may die today, but I don't care, for I have lived my art.
I don't actually mind you, but I'll never admit it.
I respect you still, despite your art, un.
I care.
I look up to you, yeah.
Deidara…
Danna…
Even as we lay dying on the bloodstained battlefield, we are
Remembered still
Our lives were
Bright and fleeting
We are more alike than we think, and
I am proud to be by your side, even in death
I would not have it any other way.
