A Fly In The Hall

• Artist: MikeyMike90
• Description: This is old, old old work I did while still in high school. It was for a specialized art class I was in, the topic was to make something abstract that resembled something major in the past, or present. Of course, as usual, I was one of the few that actually tried, and of course, as usual, I got made fun of for actually trying, But art is my life, art and music. Can you figure out what it means?
• Date: 07/19/2009
• Tags: hall pain battle struggle within

Oh! Hello fly, I see you there, in the hall with one stair. Sitting on the door with no knob, There is a plant, I think his name is Jeffery, maybe it was Bob... I cannot remember now, it has been some time. Bob is dead... Maybe his name was Ted? The fly survives, somehow. Dust covers the paintings on the walls, cobwebs coat the chair... Lucky for the Fly, the spiders are all dead, so are the eggs. The fly is watching me with his eyes, singnaling that he knows I am there, and that I know he is there. The light flickers akwardly and in uneven beats as it buzzes contently. A sigh emerges from my lungs, a sign of being bored. Little fly, will you share being bored with me? I think I'll call you Ed... Now I leave for another six years, this part of my past I wish not to relive, just yet.

Comments

[LiesOfLollipop]

Well, it sounds to me as if it's reflecting on how things don't work how they're supposed to, but how that's almost okay, it's the norm.

I don't think that's quite it, though.
What did you mean for it to be? Will you share your thoughts behind it?