I was happiest when I didn't know what day of the week it was when the place I was looking at wasn't just a place for forced aspiration and false fulfilment
the obligation to squander the creativity that was captured inside of me, in a room full of paints manifested by negative habits and receding self-worth.
I continue my journey of life as past failures and anger bursts have long fallen into the abyss of deterioration but they do sometimes permit their way to the surface but would rarely stay longer than a day. I am sensually frustrated as no one I know displays angered passion to our surroundings and the mysteries we might never be able to solve, with stones being thrown perpetually to distort our life paintings
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