Art needs no explanation why does she want one?
Now everyone knows there's no meaning behind all of this.
I threw my creations on the ground and cried.
"Why does it have to have a purpose? Why meaning?
I ran away to a place full of light.
"There's a rash at on your back", my mother said.
She told me I should go back to the clinic.
"I know.", I said, "I'll go there tomorrow."