14. February 2019
I remember always loving art as a child Loving art is an art to me When February approached we would take out our scissors in class Cut out hearts and put them on another construction called paper It held everything together That solid paper that I’d like to think of as a wall I’d write to who I loved, usually mommy or daddy Signing like graffiti, I announced my tag It was huge Iloveu I got older, and those walls grew higher My signage got more complex, some would say smaller Dots to those...
