Starry, Starry Night

Loss of freedom is when nature in prisons one’s brain.

Yet, walks with ones watcher made beautiful swirl I captured on canvas.

Self mutilation is not a good way to garnish attention but it was reported in the paper.

I am Vincent.

My suffering for my sanity only saves part of my soul, the burning ember nature released in me should remind others of the ravages she will do (without malice).

And yet, I left an impression that is proper amongst my many paintings.

Society has cherished me, after my self inflicted gun shot  lead to my death two days later.

To have had the sense to mimic nature, even though torturous, has been the love of my life.

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