I want to want less.
I know it’s a bad start if I want it
I have to not want to want less
to want less
then I’m left not wanting less on the right foot
“We see things not as they are, but as we are”
says every abstract painting ever crying to be seen by anyone brave enough to try
then, who knows the mystery of the human heart
if a donkey can be a princess to a man in love
when one sees a mess of paint
and another sees the brilliance of the painter
knowing where the art starts
and where the artist departs.