art was talking to me

once, one day, one time art was talking to me

it was in that kind of mood when you want to be honest and true

it said "i despise you, so i'll make it that you'll want me but i will never want you back"

i couldn't improvise an answer for art

and art didn't like that

it said "you're pathetic, so I'll make it that way

that you will have the passion but not enough talent

to create what you want to create"

art said to me "you'll always feel like there's always someone better

and that someone is always somewhere near"

"you, who needs to achieve

you, who follows their heart, which leads them to me

you will not be accepted by one of your own

that is my final word"

art was talking to me and then it went silent

it froze to not walk away

and in its silence i noticed - its curse

was a blessing in disguise