It's not about the pictures I've seen
but the words that dance in between.
It's not the number of pages between the covers
or the perfect binding of an artist's soul;
yet...it is the artist's soul
It's deeper then what we see
or what we interpet things to be.
It is about the words...
and the theatre I'm standing in right now
watching this movie
that these words built in my mind.
And then it becomes the tears that fall
when the show is all over
and the back cover
is closed...
because that one unexplained feeling
is left behind.
Wether it is to be continued...or it becomes the end...
The one who sees this soul dancing
is the one left to decide.
