art; what is it if not beauty, intimacy, thousands of words thrown together each of those different for us ,masses.
asking you to look at the world through a number of different glasses.
delicacy is what it is; delicacy of the small glass in the back of the art pouring out the blood of your heart.
for hours, i gaze and gaze upon the art
it\'s breathtaking but that\'s only the underpart.
there\'s a girl and a guy , that one always catches my eye
i hate to pry, but you say art is only imaginary and i have to ask why