It’s a draft that turned into another draft.
It’s a version that expands into another version.
It’s a journey through the love of art.
It’s the revolution of self with heart.

It’s me, and it’s you.
We are fools. We are full.

A story starts when it dares
to take the first step at the beginning.
A story yearns to explore,
towards perhaps a never-ending.
A story completes its own,
even if it’s just along the way.
A story ends,
so another story begins to play.

…………………………

You make a draft of me, my dear fool.
Am I only a version of me for you?
Will you let yourself see me journey the journey too?
Or will you let me be just the draft of a fool
that will never be full for you?