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i wanna understand art like i wanna understand you i dont understand either but i really want too all the secrets and mysteries the scratches and tears the colors and the hues but my minds not quite there it feels like a chase falling into the floating maze of your head im losing this race and losing myself instead trying to understand why you do the things you do or do the things you say feeling like i pay for just a little ray of your attention throughout the day but why try to understand one girl when there are alcohol and drugs sorority girls everywhere my life’s an open jug i’ve filled it with sadness gladness and love the liquid of sadness blue like mourning the solid of gladness like a sunrise the next morning and the gas of love, that sprays you without warning this jug is a mess, with nothing to hide it shows everything it is, it’s hurt, it’s ambitions, it’s pride maybe thats art, pure genuine feeling a symbol of something that stirs emotion or healing maybe i’ll start to understand art maybe i’ll start to understand you cause you’ve opened my jug and i don’t know what to do
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
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i wanna understand art like i wanna understand you i dont understand either but i really want too all the secrets and mysteries the scratches and tears the colors and the hues but my minds not quite there it feels like a chase falling into the floating maze of your head im losing this race and losing myself instead trying to understand why you do the things you do or do the things you say feeling like i pay for just a little ray of your attention throughout the day but why try to understand one girl when there are alcohol and drugs sorority girls everywhere my life’s an open jug i’ve filled it with sadness gladness and love the liquid of sadness blue like mourning the solid of gladness like a sunrise the next morning and the gas of love, that sprays you without warning this jug is a mess, with nothing to hide it shows everything it is, it’s hurt, it’s ambitions, it’s pride maybe thats art, pure genuine feeling a symbol of something that stirs emotion or healing maybe i’ll start to understand art maybe i’ll start to understand you cause you’ve opened my jug and i don’t know what to do
jonathan-keeley
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
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