A Blue Butterfly Butters my Blue-Bottle Flies

True reading is an art form of sorts. Its very much like painting. Anyone can take a brush and smear it across oil canvas, but talent is needed to truly distinguish what a writer is saying in his words. Just as much as talent is needed to come up with something like this:




I'll admit that I drew this (during a very therapeutic conversation with a friend), but that is not really the point I am trying to make. The point I am trying to make is, that reading on the actual level of pre-assumed knowledge expected by the writer and reading on the everyday "where did i leave my tea?" level are two very different things (and often one has to re-read sentences several times to find its real meaning as well as aesthetic beauty). And I am one very tired sixteen year old. Good night.



I call this piece Therapy.