People always make the mistake of thinking art is created for them. But really, art is a private language for sophisticates to congratulate themselves on their superiority to the rest of the world. As my artist’s statement explains, my work is utterly incomprehensible and is therefore full of deep significance. - Calvin

Monday, July 9, 2012

My tears, your lullaby

I can cry you a river, I can drown you in its sea,
I can be what scares you but that won't really be me.
Spice is what I always brought,
Salt is what you always sought,
You said it's not always sugar and spice and all that's nice,
So how are these a constant; my wounds and this salt and ice?

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