It's passes by like a train from station to station, my mind is blank, but at the same time I wonder what it's all about, creative by mind yet encased by societies grasp, I've had enough of this candy crush that turns your brain to a mush, but still my mind is blank, longing for some positive stimulation from my with drawn self , this life is not good for my health, and my mind is still blank,

I'm on the verge of putting brush to paint, paint to canvas, but my mind is still blank, I see colours so bright yet they fade in the light that is not my mind, it's really darkness I feel blind. My mind is dark. I'm out of sink with the reality of me. Trying to lift myself up with my head held high but that's living a lye, my soul the consistency of melted ice cream I can't control as it runs out to form a puddle on the floor in the form of salty tears. My mind is numb and it's the best way to be when you feel the wrong side of life.