Art: Appreciate Me

I feel... thus I am never happy. I was thirsty, and rain poured. I was cold, and the sun shone. I was hungry, and I was fed. I had no roof, and I was sheltered. What, then, do I seek? Desire kills satisfaction, really.

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The other night, I dreamt of a colorfully-dressed man walking amongst grey folks. Change scene. I stood alone on a grassy hill and below me was the most beautiful sight ever. Like art breathed into life. Every shape and color was mesmerizing. I was entranced, as I struggled to take it all in. I simply had to share something so magnificent to somebody.

I turned around and all the grey people stood behind me, blabbering to each other, stuck in little groups. These strange sounds coming out of their mouths. I waved my hands and pointed at the scenery behind me with star-struck eyes. All in vain, of course, as they looked at me with their blank eyes. I tried again, and when I opened my mouth, a song came out. I don't remember what song, but it was a really lovely song. But, alas, nothing happened. They simply went back to blabbering to each other loudly. Eventually, I got frustrated. So I cried. And I seeked nothing but understanding and appreciation for the most beautiful thing I'd ever laid eyes on.

Then, from a distance walks the colorful person. Very simply, he holds my hand and turns around to watch the view with me. And I was happy.