Nobody remembers the pain that one endured to accomplish such a feat, Michaelangelo suffered for such beautiful works of art. A curved spine, that supported him.. even when his limbs were weak. Splints that supported his ankles, for when his limbs had become lifeless; but mind was still focused on creating beauty. A head full of beautiful thoughts and ideas; and his neck cramped beyond measure. His hand wrapped in gauze, paintbrush attached to his wrist... as he experienced a rapture.. his brush tried to capture the beauty that was in his heart. His methods allowed him to create the art; which to him was love. My tools help me protect myself from love. Since nobody, or nothing has supported me through it. I have shoes that keep me running, away from love. Ankles wrapped in gauze because of falling in love. I have a heart that is guarded because I was hurt by love. I have a hand that isnt held, because it was let go by love. I have eyes that look away, because they are afraid that they will show my yearning to love. I have Michaelangelo; who showed the world what he loved, how to love; and the patience derived from creating a masterpiece that blossomed of his love. Sistine was just a chapel, before he made it "The" Sistine chapel that was branded with the works of such a great artist. We all suffer for the things we love.... trying to create a world for the beautiful ideas and people in our lives. Putting pieces together.. when there is so much pain, ambiguation and utter exaustion is apparent is not always easy. It is for these reasons that love is not easy, God's most beautiful creation.. takes time to master.. to be skilled at loving, and learning to love is no easy feat. But the blossoms of love will be forever fruitful.. great love stories are forever remembered, as great works of art are always admired. We all suffer for what we love. Learn to love, what we suffer for... which is the very beauty of art istelf.