You worried, that no one saw you. That your brush painted a world that no one shared. You hurt, as others sold their paintings and ate. As others mingled and laughed while you remained quiet and alone in a world that scurried away. Not understanding who you wanted to be.
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Joe Luca
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Comments (3)
He was a legend. Well done!
I loved Van Gogh. And this I feel like really captured what this painting is, really solid
This was so poignant and very well written! I loved it!