Saturday, December 10, 2005
Falling
I fell ages ago.
Here's some angry writing from a couple of years ago when I was confused:
Shadow
the artist
sitting in his room
imagines discontent
wondering what it would feel like
grafting the emotions upon himself
pretending he is special
and that people want to hear his pain
trying to lie
force pitty and cares
pretends he is precious
willing people to learn his name
telling himself he is a true person
ignoring his own thoughts
presuming that he knows himself
an illusionist
invisable man
dreams of feelings
creating art for his self image
following the rules in being somebody
a stranger to himself
a creation of envy and vanity
Here's some angry writing from a couple of years ago when I was confused:
Shadow
the artist
sitting in his room
imagines discontent
wondering what it would feel like
grafting the emotions upon himself
pretending he is special
and that people want to hear his paintrying to lie
force pitty and cares
pretends he is precious
willing people to learn his name
telling himself he is a true person
ignoring his own thoughts
presuming that he knows himselfan illusionist
invisable man
dreams of feelings
creating art for his self image
following the rules in being somebody
a stranger to himself
a creation of envy and vanity