Museum

My sister is an art curator
And one of the first things she taught me,
is that
We are all art galleries

You see,
Every person is a collection of experience and memories
Positioned in a way that we wish to be perceived
And those who like what they see will linger in our presence
Those who truly appreciate our unique and wistful essence

And so we structure ourselves in this way
And we are all museum curators
Interior designers of our very own conjectures
There is no understanding without proper presentation
And that’s the point of all of it
To want love and feel acceptance

And what you realise is that there is no single identity
No independent factor contributing to reality
We are all composed of fragments that originate from another
Ever-changing elements that react to those of others

The way we are is altered by the way the world is turning
And the exhibit always shifts according to what we are learning
The artist inside strives and strives to transcend new creations
Novel pieces of soul occurring with each
profound
elation.

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