the man with horns
i took him inside
the dragon with me
he seemed to blend in
appearance and ways
he met a girl
with platinum blonde hair
and a halo
they seemed to have a
connection
they were deep in a
conversation
something i've never
had except with
my gallery
and my dragon
now i feel like
this place is
depressing
everybody has their own story
everybody have a reason to be
everybody has a reason to live
my reason to live is just to
entertain myself with nonexistent
art
i almost have no life
that's it
i make my way to
the man with horns
and
the girl with a halo
i stand between them
joining their conversation
my time has come
i gotta make something out of myself.
STAI LEGGENDO
artbook
Poesia// it's not something as mere as smelling colors and tasting letters, it's something like painting fish in the middle of the sky and drawing dragons in the middle of town. something like having the world as your artbook. \\
