It is my belief that the meaning of all works of art are subject to individuality. While I would love to tell you what my intentions are with each work I do, it means more to me that my pieces make an impact on you. Even uncertainty is a process of thought which can lead to discovery. Thanks, A.N.Trani.
I don’t want to read you.
Run my finger down your back.
I only kiss you to shut you up.
I don’t want to read you.
I hate the things you say.
And the people you’ve met
The people that I am forced to run across.
I don’t want to know what you have lived through,
Your past and your future.
I don’t care because I don’t want to read you.
I would rather dance and sing,
Run around in circles in the rain,
Offer myself up as sacrifice to some greater god of interest,
Than listen to you speak to me about work, and life, and love.
The sound of your voice,
Like people screaming into the shadowy past,
And the way you walk,
Slow and confusing,
Your movements don’t make sense.
You do not evolve or change,
And your expressions-
I don’t want to read you.
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