I am the 7th of the 8th.
I was created in the 20.
I am colorful. But....I have no meaning.
I was just an Idea.
Not a given thought on what my purpose is.
I am abstract but yet...I am dull.
I am a stained glassed art but I have no story.
Why you might ask?
Well I do not know what my purpose is in the moment.
I am so colorful yet so odd.
Maybe...Just maybe...
I am meant to have no meaning.
Maybe I am the thoughts of what was or what is to come.
I am no solid color.
I'm just an idea.
No thought.
Just a painting with a meaning-less thought...
