You don’t know the thoughts of a painter until you’ve dissected his masterpiece.

You don’t understand the process behind each stroke or how every scenery has a tale that you skipped past.


Art looks beautiful, yes, it’s true.

But, there’s a cost to every beauty mark,

my mother used to tell me crazy tales- she once told me that our birthmarks…?

That’s how you died in the previous life.


You don’t get a life without little pain,

you don’t get a love without little hurt,

you don’t catch feelings without a little rip.


Every time you hand that heart out…

know that you won’t always get closure,

life is full of shock therapy,

I just didn’t expect you to be a part of my insanity.


That painter is the writer.


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