I'm looking up I see the fluffy clouds their so white and puffy like cotton candy or a pillow what would it be like to touch it lying on it ,I bet it would feel like a comfy bed.
I'm lying next to you , we 're looking up at the sky imagining what it would be like one day ,if its not the same anymore , its like someone had painted it . its so magnificent . every detail precisely done perfectly . It defines the artist to be facinated by the color shade ,texture. Artists are limited only by their imagination , their materials and their time.
I'm an artist at living -my life of art is my life .
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UNREALISTIC
PoetryThese poetries , thoughts , dreams are of how it is I think of the world in another universe were things turn out differently than others imagine the unreal.
