art is therapy

a backwash of words like ambergris, lost at sea and so repulsive to me, but you should see the price such a piece would fetch in one of those "out-of-reach", and "highly-esteemed" galleries. I estimate, they would eat it up, pack it in a box as if all it's life was snuffed and they killed my contribution in the process- what a jest! and what's in a name, anyways? or a sentence, for that matter, lest you want to disregard all as chitter-chatter. what I'm trying to say, is that it's a gift we're not static- and despite the tragic, which you struggle to escape, may many pitter-patters upon your roof, remind you to find protection beneath the moon, as her love reflects truth, and negates our minds torrential, temperamental monsoons.