fame

it’s not easy to handle all this fame. they are not kidding saying it’s excruciating to attract. thousands of people come and see you naked. they examine your heart. they poke at it with tools, they look at colors, they analyze the beat. they voice their opinions, they use harsh words, they want you to feel ugly. you thought you would not give a shit. they proved you wrong. you did not think the kindness would matter either. it does. ‘I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.’