A soft benign smile on my lips, my hands loosely clasped together looking regal, mysterious, I have become as famous as any of this world’s most admired creatures. Except, it is my eyes that haunt those who behold me. My eyes meet every one of my viewers- who can claim such an ability?
My expression, my face is never changing, frozen into a moment. The world moves around me; they come and go but I remain
How I envy these mortals as I survey them from my beautiful, bordered cage.
I began life on paper but I am determined that I will not end it on this canvas.
I have thought of the moment that I will stage my escape. Imagine, the disbelief, the shock, the horror… as they find that the Mona Lisa is not in her infamous painting!
I have spent many nights scheming and the plan I have come up is more than foolproof….
Its an extremely busy day at the gallery due to the sunshine outside, even I can just about feel the warmth of the rays, accentuating my best features- yes, I am vain but rightly so, wouldn’t you agree?
On this day though, I have decided to carry out my plan and soon a potential prodigy appears.
Perhaps, in the depths of my paper-made heart, I am content to be where I am. Perhaps, it’s only natural to want to be immortal in some way when you can only live for a few years that suddenly feel like a blissful dream or an inescapable nightmare, depending on how you have lived.
I have realised that my existence can mean so much more; I want to do something worthwhile for as long as I live, so that when the time does come for my final farewell then, I can look back with pride and say, “
The other day, an interesting girl stood before me. Her t-shirt read: “On display, look but don’t touch.” Too right, I thought.
