My Art


It will be fine
in the end I guess.
That’s life,
right?

Strange how comfort gets disturbed
when I get disturbed by comfort.
Even though I may admit it,
I won’t act it.

I’m somewhat like a book,
I won’t work until I’m opened up.
One thing is,
I will not apologise for my art.

(2005)
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