Elucidating Questions

Vincent Van Gogh

Bro

You and me would have been besties in despair

Now I’m not about to remove a piece of me and give it away

But damn I understand being in a despair so deep you’d do anything to get someone to see you

Historical Friend I believe we are both too sensitive

And that life is unbearable

I took out my heart and smeared it into the web

And handed it to him

And he said.

I’m sure you would understand

People don’t quite understand our madness

Not like these pop music boys

Chopin

And he who said.

They could never grasp the depth of this despair

The great sadness

The great loneliness

Alas, my friend, we were born too far apart

Time’s trickery

Though great expanses of land would be between us

We were born in the same country

And yet

Hah

This dripping, ink filled, monstrosity probably resembles it

The fractioned mental space of a lonely being trapped in a society that can’t see them

I see it and know it well