art is me trying to be me in a world where everyone is different so aren't we just all the same in a rat race where everyone is everyone and everyone is running just to try to win even though everything is falling apart and your words don't make sense ideas don't come fast enough and everything is spiraling out of control and you can't keep your balance can't stop dropping the matchsticks when you just want to make a flame to light to light up the dark because you can't see where you're going and all thats left to do is wonder if theres a god and whats he like and does he love you like everyone says he does or does he even understand love because I sure as hell don't
I mean what is love I say I love art but sometimes I don't want to draw even though drawing makes me feel sane makes me not feel all the hurt but sometimes I need the hurt to make me realize I do things to make me happy but sometimes its too much and your lungs feel too tight and everyone tells you they understand and they don't and that just make your lungs tight sometimes too tight to breathe