Gone art

Not sure if I was expecting some kind of miracle but I would rather like to have seen more than one.

Yet I did do this to myself and have warned off all people in the process. Not wanting harm to come to anyone.

One day I will laugh about this. One day I won't cry anymore. And one I will finally understand why I get all these hobbies.

For now I am ready to just pack up and disappear. As though I never existed. Just think how wonderful that would be to so many people.

Never to have been in their lives. See the blessing in that hope. So here I go.

Packing.
Filing.
Dividing.
Throwing away.

What good to keep the art when I have no buyers?

So sure see a few pieces the recycling bins take it. I am sure it would be better than a box.

It is best to remain soft and untouchable.  To remain silent and loud.

Yes.

Finding.
Reaching.

Yet burning. But that is all good for me.

Just as I was not a good reminder to other. I am not.

Just gone.
Packed.
Unnoticed.

Dissolved.

Gone.