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I went to Spain. Beautiful, and breathtaking. But I am not talking about the scenery, I am talking about the Salvador Dali museum I went to in Figueres. He is a genius. He is a my new idol, my new ideal.
Written after exiting the museum.
Two poets
From past fatal outcomes
Bridging the gap between lost and found
Words soothing
Heart pounding
Knowledge unleashed
You have made me strong
Writing of death and depression
I have forgot how to feel
How life can be so dark,
Black the only colour on a canvas
Painting the image of emotions on the inside
Are you realist and I abstract?
My thoughts so far from the rest
You keeping me in thought, so I do not wander too far in extreme
Sheltered through eyes
Fed and nourished
Safe from harm,
Black the only colour on a canvas
Would running away
Make forgetting easier
Make you stronger
Amnesia of all things past
Could writing of death and depression
Turn into lust for life
The only subject you dare to paint, create, feel
Written after exiting the museum.
Two poets
From past fatal outcomes
Bridging the gap between lost and found
Words soothing
Heart pounding
Knowledge unleashed
You have made me strong
Writing of death and depression
I have forgot how to feel
How life can be so dark,
Black the only colour on a canvas
Painting the image of emotions on the inside
Are you realist and I abstract?
My thoughts so far from the rest
You keeping me in thought, so I do not wander too far in extreme
Sheltered through eyes
Fed and nourished
Safe from harm,
Black the only colour on a canvas
Would running away
Make forgetting easier
Make you stronger
Amnesia of all things past
Could writing of death and depression
Turn into lust for life
The only subject you dare to paint, create, feel