Art

In the beginning there’s always two, no matter your origin

And the universe in all of her beauty takes years to handcraft you into what you are and what you’ll become

Some pieces are most pleasing together and some stand beautiful on their own

The universe could not anticipate the divide she alone has create between the two

And those left in solitude in the same spot their antagonizers left them wonder:

“What do you want from me

What more can you take

I’m going crazy

Just waiting to break”

They wander the streets that “must lead to something” and are unable to finish a journey searching for a piece that was intentionally left out

The universe mourns her creation, as she removes it from its spot on the wall, wondering how no one was able to step back from the allure of rose color and see the abstract she intended