Ft. Worth's Prettiest Graffiti

Small before the world. Little bits of color mixing and waltzing in crooked lines. Culture lightening and receding, forming a halo around the dancer.

Dancing with the hands, fluttering fingers finding nothing. It makes you wonder: When angels come into the world, do they brighten it or do they just make us realize the depth of its darkness?

Drab dreams along barrels painted black. Posters of songs and songs of Graffiti. Lives spray-painted across a meaningless wall. Is it prettier or is it wrong?

The heart aches with pastels. The hands caked with oils. The hair crisscrossed with acrylics. The veins full of aerosol.

Then, all of a sudden, smile, turn, touch, feel and everything brightens and the world grows warm and the mind returns.... It had been gone so long.

Ft. Worths Prettiest Graffiti stapled to the heart.