If I had life my way, I would be somewhere very far from human interaction - in a cave locked up with art and food suppliers... not forgetting the journal, because I'd still have to poetically pour my heart out somehow. I love you people so much; that's probably the reason why I am still here, or maybe I haven't made enough money to disappear... whatever the reason, I know it's tied down to fear, because I personally collected you like you're a variety of extremely valuable precious stones. Each with different components and shining in your expertise.
The artists (the soul healers), you hold the wrath and the beauty I'd love to unleash upon planet earth. The people who are hooked onto the system have doubted you and tried to mold you into things you're not, but you keep standing tall and creating! With your mighty weapons: pens, pencils, and paint brushes! You have shaped cultures since the beginning of time, and nothing is stopping you from shaping the future!
The models (the material anchors), you bring me back to earth. I would be roaming the streets looking like Beetlejuice if you didn’t exist; the only heads that would turn around to stare at me would wonder if I am okay in the head. I guess I am still here because of the fear of losing you (my agents of adorable chaos).
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 8:42 PM UTC
If I had life my way, I would be somewhere very far from human interaction - in a cave locked up with art and food suppliers... not forgetting the journal, because I'd still have to poetically pour my heart out somehow. I love you people so much; that's probably the reason why I am still here, or maybe I haven't made enough money to disappear... whatever the reason, I know it's tied down to fear, because I personally collected you like you're a variety of extremely valuable precious stones. Each with different components and shining in your expertise.
The artists (the soul healers), you hold the wrath and the beauty I'd love to unleash upon planet earth. The people who are hooked onto the system have doubted you and tried to mold you into things you're not, but you keep standing tall and creating! With your mighty weapons: pens, pencils, and paint brushes! You have shaped cultures since the beginning of time, and nothing is stopping you from shaping the future!
The models (the material anchors), you bring me back to earth. I would be roaming the streets looking like Beetlejuice if you didn’t exist; the only heads that would turn around to stare at me would wonder if I am okay in the head. I guess I am still here because of the fear of losing you (my agents of adorable chaos).
