" Art isn't something only the gifted and few may partake in. It is not a mystic that is beyond reach, but it is a part of the divine. "

She whispered as she slipped closer. " Art is a reflection, it is you. Are you not divine? "

Only silence had home here now. Silence and sadness.

" The way this world has become...we look upon the gifts inside ourselves as something for sale. And so women and men too see themselves as something to be sold. Beyond expression, beyond connection, they preferred merchandise. "

She stood looming over now, breathing softly.

" They sell pieces of themselves. Their wants, their needs, their individuality, and their dreams...like pieces of bread off the street corner. Only what they receive in return cannot feed them like what was given. That is why we come to remind you. All I need now is for you to take my hands. A little faith, a little trust. "

Her hands waited patiently, her stare unbroken. A soft smile crept upon her face.

" Tell me little one...how long have you starved..? "

Inspired by Braden Deal's " Tourism " which can be found here https://soundcloud.com/braden-deal/tourism

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