He can make reality out of fiction and fiction out of reality leaving you wonder about the hidden truth. You just can't really judge him. You shouldn't attempt to. He is too many people in one person. You can't keep hold on to him for long. An artist is a free soul. A wanderer - but certainly not lost.
Wednesday 22 April 2015
Friday 17 April 2015
I was too deep an ocean and you were too heavy to float. It caused you to drown. And that was the thing I was most afraid of. I thought you could sail or swim. But you didn't. You couldn't. You weren't even prepared to plunge. But you did and drowned. You took the risk. You couldn't measure the depth of my love. Now at the bottom of my heart you will remain buried forever, like a shipwreck at the bottom of the ocean. I was too deep for you. Sigh!