When you paint,
Do you dream? Do you create?
is this your reality? What you see?
I love your art,
They look like refrigerators.
I love most Mannerism art, but yours is the best.
I appreciate your creativity.
And who is this?
Is this your beliefs?
I’ll never know, but I love the energy.
I literally have no content for y’all but I want to post so I’ll find something.
you knew how you should treat people,
under two gods—one going extinct and the other flourishing.
You have a heart that’s like a puzzle piece—NO! Not a puzzle piece, a sandbox.
Or a river connected to an ocean that cannot handle what comes in and out.
Porous mind, weak internal, strong external. Permeating consciousness.
Your childhood god is the same as your adulthood.
Your birth culture was your reality,
You’re learning, taking away, taking in.
No longer bound to a culture.
Soft complexity, take care of yourself.
Cry it off and move on.
Do you know where you are?
Nobody can read your thoughts,
Understand your messages.
You can talk as fancy or as uncouth as you want.
You are incomprehensible.
It causes you to wonder your place,
where you should truly be.
What you should truly be,
Who you should truly be.
Forge your own.
You have a multitude of realities,
Let yourself sink into the ocean.
That may be your comfort, your hospice, your refuge.
It’ll light your way. (;
Author’s Note: This isn’t about suicide. At all.😭 Just to clear it up.