Inspiration and Poetry

This photograph reminds me of the poem I wrote : I want to live in a Museum.

I want to live in a museum

To live as a work of art.

As if my skin was stretched on the walls, and people would walk around take pictures 

Of my armpit

or the like. 

To feel as if my skin

Hung as the finest marble, 

Having an Immortal hallowly glow as the bust of Venus by Rodin.   

For those to walk around me, 

As an inanimate object, piecing together their histories of me, just as I lie there. 

A moving object, that has a frail morality that you should take a picture before I fade away.   

I want others to walk around me,

A statue

An immortal object of beauty.

The white bust of the Greek goddess.