One day, I will become
A painting, preferably a Warhol or a work of graffiti
Hung on a wall with imperfect angles
And brush strokes that no one can fully understand
And all the secrets, all the lies
All the fallacies, all the cries
Shall be mine to witness
Shall be mine to share.


blinknmiss said...

Who's secrets and lies? The people in the room I'm guessing.

Yes. That's exactly what paintings do.

Tangled up in blue... said...

Wow! This reminds me of Don Mclean's Starry, starry night! :)

Anty said...

@Blinknmiss: The people who come by, stay and pass on.

@TUIB: Well, thank you :)

Shreya said...

HAW! I like it so much :)

Wondering how come I din't chance upon your blog yet ?!!!

Anty said...

Thank you! ^_^

You have an awesome blog, you know that?