The Sculpture

I do not hide my many defects behind my anonymity. I am not at all memorable...I lived my life unnoticed and if you passed by me on the street today you wouldn't find much to look at. Shoot me in the face with a shotgun and you will probably make me prettier than what I am now. Extremely skinny, literally a walking skeleton. I use my good memory to convince others that I am more intelligent than what I actually am. I copy more than I create and I plagiarize more than I write. I have used my art to impress people and especially women, in a desperate attempt to feel wanted and attractive. Before I finish this post I will edit it a thousand times due to my artistic insecurities. Any comments left here by you, my reader, will be interpreted by me as a sign of admiration towards my "awesome skills" and my "amazing writing." If you are a man I will also think that you "wished you was as I" and if you are a woman I will think "she must be sexually attracted to me." Tonight you will close your eyes to sleep while listening to one of your favourite songs and you will visualise scenarios of yourself being a greatly exaggerated, more pretty and cool version of your actual self. And tomorrow, you will spend most of your time trying to elevate yourself to other's perseption cause you think everybody is looking at you, constantly judging your every move and your every reaction. 

Like the shadow of a Hellenic statue who salutes its self...
This is what we think of each other...
This is all that we want from each other;

“Don’t look at you,

just look at me...  

so unique, so graceful, so amazing...  

but not to worry,  

I have the narcotic you need...  

just say please  

and I’m going to empty you,  

completely format you...

...and install me."

A truthful statement needs no polishing. A real, unquestionable fact, needs no maintenance...and any statement, if truthful, does not change over time. Ask your self on what date you were born, and reply honestly. Then ask yourself the same question again after two weeks, or two years...ask yourself the same question a thousand times and always speak the truth. The same facts, the same words arise...every time. Truth, once revealed, never hides again. The truth invades your home like a violent guest who kept knocking on your door all night long, in demand of immediate and instant access. And once she enters your precious little cage...she never leaves. You can wait an eternity, she won't move an inch. You can threaten her, attack her, deny, insult her...she will stay calm. You won't manage to unsettle a single heartbeat out of her...no matter how much you scream at her, she will never raise her voice at you. The truth, unlike your lover, will not give you the luxury of a fight. You unleash all your rage at her! All your frustration and anguish! You come against her with all your strength! ALL YOUR STRENGTH!! And just take a good look at her...no reaction. No movement... nothing but the same cold, dead look in her eyes as she turns the other cheek...hoping that you have more anger. More rage! More lies to entertain her with...one more broken promise to amuse her with. Patient and calculative she stands calm as your energy rises in desperation! Calm like a stone she awaits as your fists now shake with hatred! Neutrons, protons, electrons, one thousand volts explode inside you!!!...

...as she finally speaks. 

With the utmost clarity...
The most gentle, monotonous, subliminal tone of voice, your ears will ever have the privilege to hear...

"A long time ago...

I felt the universe blow...

the impact...

chaotic...

merely a sculpture of my impatience...

...to see you.

Terribly alone...

one with the emptiness...

calm...

and patient...

I made a weapon out of my own imperfections.

Untouched...

unscarred by space and time...

I waited...

for this day...

and now...

finally...

I know how it feels to be immortal...

to be one and undisputed...

so go ahead...

give me your best shot...

come against me with all your strength...

I'm ready...

...I'm calm."