you paint all of them, one by one,
they go to my depths,
it's a little world that you've
obliviously well done,
seas without water and dead souls,
in this world, you have a million roles,
to some, you're their sun,
some think you're hades or the death queen,
you have a palette of ten thousand
shades of blue but no green,
some wish to burn you with gasoline,
after all, you're the one that breathed new life into them with splashes of colors while so serene,
you capture each one of them in a small planet, i personally think of it as a frame,
there's a whole other part of your life, one with memories that are taken away and broken dreams,
it's all for you the same,
days and worlds full of unknown people and color streams,
you sometimes think of it as a game,
here's one long gone memory, one from when the last day the moon and stars collided was begun,
i once asked you what's your name,
you said i have none.
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. \\
