Art explosion

I often wish I had a friend that would help me mend my heart and as I thought I often find within my mind it is my art. 

For whenever I start to lean back and fall, I know with all my passion my art will be there in every fashion to catch me before I hit the ground.

And often as the thoughts are profound, I have found, but with my art I become grounded, and can create this mound within myself to climb to the top.

However when I find my art has stopped, the buildup makes me feel as I am to pop, and I have a need to bleed my art or I will simply explode.

So I must force myself in art mode, to reload, and release all the tention of art I have stowed.