We, the Painters...A Poem by zachlovesyouwhen does ones hope transform reality..I crave the feeling of a revolution. I want to be an artist.
....with pastels.
with a sequence of perfect colors.
I would paint about a young boy who desires the things that frieghten him most, but, a boy who, ordinary to the naked eye, holds incredible significance.
this is you,
and you,
and me...........
this painting would bring out a dream in him, and all would see it.
it would bring out such beauty that they start seeing the unique, uncany beauty in everyone they see.
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