These feelings are tender and sweet. Any descriptions would not do them justice. You would never know then by name, maybe it is just a pressure inside your chest. But men chase their desires and this passion consumes them. Many times they become selfish, it changes. It's about what they want, what they deserve, how they have suffered until now. And I am standing here with my words, with thoughts and love. And I am completely out of place. I'm a thief amidst great paintings, and I want to inspire them all. I want to break down the colors and I want to see, my love in them, my truth in them, my beliefs. I want there to be a great vibrating and trickling affect into the world where I have caused something to be happy. I want everything to be good by being brilliant. But if I get what I want, I am despicable, I am playing the role that is only given to me if I take it. Should I take it. Happiness is the ultimate goal. Appreciation is the key. It is an art to define yourself through creativity. |