Art

I read and look and more and more art.
I become confused by others prose, by what I should create
based on their success.
So I have become artless. I have become wanting of my own creation.
I wish to hide in a cave and discover myself through my art.
To record.
To reciord my insanity,
and emerge again into this world with my passport of insanity, my stone tablets,
my book for success.
Even if it is only read by a few.