Because Why

Why did you stop selling your art? Because no one loves it as much as I; no one else can look at the girl with the orange, purple and pink hair and remember how much fun I had working on her. Why did you not think you were a poet? I truly did not know, or care. All I knew, was that my soul required me to pick up a pen and begin to write. Some said it was poetry. I do not care because I am unconcerned. I am the Monet of myself, creating and re-creating, over and over and over, never getting it quite right. I paint the same thing a hundred times, and I shall not stop, for I have not satisfied myself yet, Satisfying me is what my art is about. When I have written or drawn or painted or danced that which thoroughly fills my soul self and takes me to the next level, I shall stop. But not a moment sooner. So step out of the way, you are in my light.