imagine being in a foreign land where suddenly everything you need to succeed is right at your fingertips. but, you can't quite touch it because maybe it wasn't yours to begin with. It is all around me-as in, I can actually see it with my own eyes right at this very moment. It is all yours, if you just...
You can see yourself sitting there from above, staring at this priceless painting that captured your soul at the metropolitan museum of art. Some parts of it are splashed with the vividness of the color green, whereas other areas are the result of multiple colors running together. A small group passes it by, letting it go unnoticed. They are laughing about the crazy guy in the corner that just won't stop rocking back and forth. you sit down on the bench, clutching your hands on its edge. Each color drifts away inside your head like a lost ship at sea. There is an inexplicable magnetism toward this painting that no one else seems to understand. Slowly, darkness closes in around you and the light beams down on you like the African moon, leaving you under the open sky. Alone. with this painting that stole a part of your soul that morning.
"OK! Sorry, museum is closing. We will reopen in two days. You can exit to the left."
Except, you lost a part of you when you walked into that room 15 hours earlier that day. You know if you take it with you, you will go to jail. If you leave before your time, you forfeit your entire sense of being.
I'm still sitting here.
