Something I wrote in my blackberry whilst trying to fall asleep last night lol I just got thinking about pictures and paintings and how this world is like a portrait. The question I ask myself is who exactly painted this picture we call life. I guess in this poem I am trying to make everyone think about if you had the chance to recreate the world, how would you make it different?
Is it even possible to make an image a part from the one we currently see? Everything we know and think of has come from somewhere which Is why I do not think it is possible to create a different picture. I hope it makes sense and I hope I am not rambling on a tangent lol Let me know what you think guys