You don’t know me
You don’t know my story
You are barely aware of me
Yet I live
Yet I dream
Yet I yearn
I am human
I had a life
I lived in a home
Now I live in the gutter
Now I eat food discarded by others
Now I wait to die
Still I hope
Still I wait to be rescued
Still I smile
This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words are offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.
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