One day I will fill the world with beautiful things/words/love. To rectify my existence. They will build a monument that both glows of my grandeur and my humbleness.
Showcase Michael! Show his illustrious and ephemeral work - his undying work - his flawless vision. Though immortality is a hard prize to wrest from the Gods, it is but hardly a thought, a prerequisite, a given. His body will disappear (sadly mind you, oh so very sadly) but his soul, a glittery slightly rainbowy soul, will be forever emblazed and cast in works of iron and gold.
But till then, I will take my naps on benches in busy museums. Because I am tired of daydreaming.
0 comments:
Post a Comment