The Life of an Artist..

By Aundréa Murray

When you’re misunderstood and it infuriates you..
But you don’t quite understand yourself either.
When you can make shapes out of grey, cloudy days..
But if it rains on you, it pours on you.
When sex with you is a blank canvas for messy hands & messy minds..
But sex with them is like that same paint drying on a blank wall.
When the faded tear marks on your pillows draw the map through your emotions..
But other people still manage to get lost.
When you re-direct, re-create and re-define your true meaning of art..
But everyone else can’t read your vision.

Everyone else can’t read your vision..

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