a work of art...

can not be appreciated,
or even attempted at being understood,
until it is completed,
(or abandoned),
and shown to the world...

a song heard,
a film watched,
a book read,
a painting viewed...

when your life is your work of art,
it can not be appreciated,
or even attempted at being understood,
until is completed,
(or abandoned)...

until you are dead.

i am okay with this.

are you?