A Heart on The Rise, Thoughts not so wise

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"Are you Ian?" I asked.


He doesn't speak again, only walks around in rue. Maybe he read my mind and suspects my interpretations of the paintings are true.


"I have, waited a long time to see you".


Still, he does not speak. He continues to walk till suddenly looks deep into my eyes making me we weak. Making me think, all I have ever wanted isn't really it.


"What do you want most in life?" he stops to ask surprisingly.


"To do the most artistic art piece ever". I answer bleakly.


He reaches me and stands within two feet. His presence made my heart jump and my soul would not sit. How I'd always wanted to meet, his genius, see what drives his gut and all that fuels his wit.


"That is not the thing you want most, what you want most is for the world to know your name".


I rested my heart and dared to think, I didn't think of it like that.


"Sure, you love the Art. But what you want most is for every person in the universe to hear your thoughts, to see your fears and know the most, see you clear. You want to write..."


"Tasha"


"You want to write the name Natasha in the sky".


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