Our Masterpiece

There’s something about Art Galleries.

A beacon for lost souls, the vulnerable.

Cathedrals of catharsis in the worship of art.

Galleries can be that way I’ve noticed.

So much beauty inspired by so much pain.

Maybe we seek the same transmutation internally.

She was chirpy, full of energy

But I knew inside she was falling apart.

Sometimes you just...

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