I love the idea of the tortured genius
the encaged intellectual
trapped artist
It's poetic,
Somehow
Bursting with knowledge
Intellect
Creativity
Except..
not bursting.
A balloon one breath short of
POP!
A prison cell for ideas
Always at war
A raging internal hurricane that only escapes in whispers, occasionally
"What did you say?"
"...Nothing"
Such a splendidly gorgeous mind,
Hidden behind a shy sweater and a pair of old conflicted capris
I love the idea of the tortured genius.
The life of one?
Not so much
It's poetic,
In a tragic sort of way