Spoken Lisa

So after watching four hours of yourtube and documenteries on art, I was inspired to right, I guess a short story from the eyes, of Mona Lisa. Have you every gotten that urge just to write something. I think it would be really cool to have a novel from the eyes of Mona Lisa. Anyways, here is my short story, called "Spoken Lisa." 

I have always been a wall flower. Gazing upon everyone who passed by me. In my little boxed world, it is very quiet here. I hardly ever move from place against the wall. Hardly ever speak, and never spoken too.

I do not always live so quietly, though lately that is all it seems to be. I remember crossing to the Americas. So many curious faces. The questions they asked, repeating themselves, it was tiring at times to hear them prate about things they really did not know about.

Though I do remember one day a little boy glanced at me. He stood beside his mother, while she prattled on with another. The look of terror crossed his face, I smiled. I still wonder how I scared the poor boy so. The saucer eyes and trembling lip, brave kept him from tears.

In Japan, I could have stayed just a little longer. A place so new, unlike my home in Europe, it was fascinating. People spoke in a language so fast but short, I could never understand them. 

I have been too many places, adventured into dark rooms, waited to enter into a grand ball room. I have gone back to my home many times, and met some of the mightiest persons. I have even personal stayed with a one particular person. He was gracious to let me stay in his own personal rooms. Sadly, I think he thought more of me, than I of him. I don’t think he could ever understand, my heart was only for one man.

Oh yes, I have loved before and love only one man. That man made me who I am today. I know, to you it sounds like the words of a love sick woman, but tis true. My lover was my creator. Finished me to be so finely tuned, that all I do is gaze and everyone is lost in wonder. My love, was a magician; weaving into the settle things of dignity and grace, but with threads of mystery and marvel.

Now, with him long passed, I stay against my wall, watching everyone pass. They gaze at me with curiosity, some with deep admiration, and many just to gawk at my appearance. But none were like my lover.  Not a single one of them dares to speak to me, dares to touch me, or hardly breathe around me. I smirk, because his magic he gilded into my soul still holds everyone.

 Smiling is best when words can not say what you feel. I smile because my lover would have adored the places and adventures I have had. I smirk, because of the ignorance people have towards beauty. Sometimes, I smile ruefully, because I see the pain of others so deeply. However, with all the reason to smile, I keep smiling because of him. He would have wanted me to continue smiling. It was a way of living one, even when alone.

So my days grow into more endless years, I will say keep my smile. I will play my mystery. I will greet the many people that enter my life and embrace the ones I have met before.

Even from the confines of my own world, I still step out to leave word. For you, I will say this. If we only meet once, know not at the woman who is against a wall, quiet and mysteries. Know me as one who welcomed many, embraced old friends, cheered up one’s day, scared some, and made some cry, but most of all know me as a woman who loved deeply. Know me as the Lady, know as his lover, and know me as the art from his soul. Know me as Mona Lisa

Sorry for any errors or bad grammer, I typed it up on a whim on only did spell check. Leave your thoughs about it. I love imput! 

Until another day!

Toodles! And a cute picture of baby ducks!