Sunday, May 16, 2010

No One Stays

My biggest fear is to become art. I hang on a blank museum wall. I hang there for all to see. I hang as dead as a leaf. My colors shining through the blankness of the halls, admired by them all. Praised by men of taste. Misunderstood by most. An expression of my souls creation. But they all pass. They praise. They take notes. They leave on their way. No one stays.

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