<Vincent Van Gogh>
“What do most people think of me as? Nobody? A weirdo? A pain in the neck?
A person who has no social status now and will never have one? A word is the most common among thousands of common people.
Well, even if these are absolutely true.Giving me the chance, I’m going to show you through my work. Nobody like me. What was in his heart? This is to you forever — Van Gogh.”
Are most people like me
Always think that this is the self
But in some moments by something or someone
I don’t know who I am
The paints that once painted themselves
Sometimes it’s more than just paint
It communicates your mood
It doesn’t represent the true self
He showed the world an irreplaceable and unsurpassable power
Many people worshiped, watched and sighed with longing
But for him
Why not spend time in each tossing and turning self contradiction
Is that something he wants to enjoy
Even the endless worship of posterity
Was he sure of himself
Does he get the understanding of the people he CARES about?
Yetta 