Let me be Vincent's starry night
An astonishing masterpiece amidst the destructive pain
His expression of words left unheard
His yellow through the blacks
His Northern lights among the distorted colors
He himself was a work of art
A genius dressed in his confusion
Who seek approbation
In a society of senseless definition
Of standards and judgments
But just like any other,
Vincent gave up
He became human
And left only a memory of his painful art
So let me be Vincent's starry night
A revival of his devotion
For the world who left him in recession
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A Safe Place Inside My Head
PoetryA compilation of my prose and poetry. The breathing place of my chaos and the haven of my unheard thoughts
