when i was in the insides today
a twelve year old girl came up
to me
what was that book about?,
she asked curiously
smiling, i said;
about the art queen
whose life is something
out of a dream
a smile played on her lips,
so it is beautiful from the inside
and the outside,
has she read it?
i only nod
what's your name?, i ask
she looks at me
like i'm a ghost
we don't have names over here
there's a prophecy that they'll
bring chaos by a seer
YOU ARE READING
artbook
Poetry// 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. \\
