~ And Painters, they adore drama. ~
Me? Oh I just want to write things. Anything at all. Best when it rhymes, really. It makes me smile. Meaning? Oh... who really cares? I mean... if you are asking me then it didn't pluck the right strings. I'd leave it at that.
If you're asking me to tell you what it means to me... How dare you? How dare you assume I'd provide that answer so gleefully and openly? You haven't earned that. Few have, that have ever even KEPT that right. I would sooner lie to you. Tell you some sob story. I will paint you my truths, with the brush of my convictions- The paint! Ah, the paint. The brush is dipped... in the paint of your preconceptions. and OH I'll paint for you. Paint you something soaked in emotion, because it is. I'd tell you a story, and paint it with lies. In truth, I'd open my soul. But you doubt me. You should, and you will. And you'll never see me as genuine. A good thing really, as I understand it, because, you see... All writers are liars. And Painters. Hmm hmm. Painters, painters... Painters. Painters, they adore drama.
As for those who find meaning.. well...That is whom I commiserate with.
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