the.softest.words.can't.heal.the.deepest.wounds. (annearbour) wrote, @ 2003-01-08 23:49:00

Waste of Paint
As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.
And everything I have is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time.

	call911idareyou 2003-01-09 09:46 (link)
	Art is never a waste... it's an expression of your self, or of the world around you. And as such, it always has value. (Reply to this) (Thread)