the blood in my veins a speedboat a suffocating feeling in my throat this body is not made for the brain unexpressed frustration and pain should there be a reason for it all or is it just the me seeing it all fall
simply living in a land of the fittest however not fair to criticize the nearest alone when i see them losing their minds lonelier when i see i have lost my mind i wish to be free but i feel brainwashed being judged and misunderstood expressing the bottled-up hatred it's so exhausting, often feels wasted
then you start writing - let some **** go still trying hard not to go with the flow and always wishing, wishing to be a bird untouchable like an eagle invisible for the entire earth then i'm just existing, being there pure behaviour and unspoilt nature
i realize my painting is edited the materials are manifactured and there's no way out for a long time it *****