Matthew Thomas Donovan
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My Last Words
As I stand there in a makeshift gallery it becomes increasingly obvious that no-one's looking at the 'art.' The paintings just kind of hang there on the walls, unnoticed by the chattering crowds.
I realize the futility of it all, the foolishness of wearing my heart on my sleeve, only to be washed over by the corners of uninterested eyes.
My life is a decoration; imagine a sad little insect wriggling on the wall, stuck into place with a pin.