because i lost touch with reality, ventured in my brain a little. got rid of all the dust, mentally, and it was the opposite of brittle. infact theres a whole other world in there, just for me to vision. and to be honestly completely fair, it was always made of indecision. coming back to the world is like a resurface but not exactly to breathe air. my source of survival stays to my own mind, versus, daily affairs who need my care. so there, you see a flare? of a feeling irreplacable? untraceable, not erasable. creative minds dont survive near me, as my heart has her own philosophy. even though i do produce cobwebs from time to time, i have sights to see, places to go and heights to climb. still, i was never one to fully mime. im all mine to find, envision and be, faceless, frenzied, fallible but... free.