Getting a little better with the motion of it.
What an odd medium of which we meet, as artists. My work is praised by those close to me, yet it seems to vanish completely through the filter of social media. I'm waiting patiently for the right person to see what I have to offer. Until then, I will happily float through obscurity.
So, when the pillars fell, no one rebuilt them.
And when the walls cracked, no one sealed them.
And when the children were born, no one taught them.
So, the ruins remained ruined.
And vines seeped through the cracks.
And the children never learned the truth.