Masterpiece
MASTERPIECE. When it’s over I’ll be an artist this mosaic will be my masterpiece and I’ll be ready to start anew creating another masterpiece becoming a living museum treasuring the snippets I see in the life of others. And when the day comes I’ll keep the door open You’ll have a place in mine as much as others will Let’s not wonder why couldn’t we continue being happy Let’s not wonder why couldn’t we prolong the hours we had Because I just liked being a piece of furniture in your weird life Not anymore. -seana, 2.29 am- 16/4/2021.