she is art.
she is art and I am simply an admirer.
I walk through this exhibit and every/one/thing is the same, but her.
she is a bright piece that captivates me and I can't walk away.
she is the beautiful piece that one day! someone will bid on.
will it be me, the next guy, the woman on my right?? the supposedly stunning creature on my left??
will it be me??
who knows, none of us that's for sure.
this piece is constantly changing and evolving to others.
she is an exhibit full of lights and darks and smiles and laughter, positivity up!!
the energy in this exhibit makes me want to dance!
I want to sing and dance and jump around because this exhibit makes me happy.
this exhibit however will soon change into a new one.
I learn something new about her everytime I see her.
Hidden talents, music, joy!
this new exhibit ties to another, that ties to another, and another, and so on and so forth.
fuck that, she's a god damn museum.
she is where I want to be.
I visit this museum often, but I hadn't been in a while.
I am back, and boy do I never want to leave..
