Fear The beast is here I’m feeling like a deer Can’t think clear His eyes, my cry I hide behind a smile A lie, a self-denial A life in a suit and tie Fear, my old friend for all these years All you’ve done is keep me here Taking away my life, my growth, You are eating away my soul Until I look you in the eyes and tell you NO
My little pony... There she was, jumping right out of the watercolor-splashes. A carnival creature with dark edges. A life tamed for entertainment and successes. A life truly hollow and stressed. Thousands come to watch the parade. Stare at her for hours but fail to see her shade. Fail to have even the slightest notion, Of the strings and tremors in her motion. See more of my artivism in my
When you google “the meaning of life” but can’t find the answer. When you’re an ICT specialist but wanted to become a dancer. When you look back on your past and concepts begin to collide. When you breakdown and then realize the answers are all inside.