ManicWorld Magazine

Is it okay to admit that I want to be the art and the artist?
That I want the art to flow from my veins and when it’s done, the end result is myself?
Time and space, reality and imagination and the consequence of it all is me?

Is it some self serving need to be the creator and the created?
Why have I always wanted to be the photographer and the muse?
In what dictionary entry of narcissism does it say what it means that I want to be experienced in both forms?

Do I just believe that no one else will ever understand the way I want to be perceived
No artist removed from my consciousness could ever satisfy the image of self that I have
crafted. 
No persona would suffice except the one I’ve created with my own hands. 

I’ve woven myself a jumper of insecurities and I fear no one will understand just by looking at me
So I must explain myself from the point of view of someone looking at me
Of someone experiencing me outside of myself so that my being is justified