Don't think everything is alright since I'm not in peace with myself and I don't think I'll ever be. It's just the place where I sit and my energy flows into wild artistic patterns not making me tremble wildly that I destroy instead of create.
It's like growing myself a wing...
In any case I'm trying to accept this tragic feeling of believing I must be better, more delicate, more sure of my power. I try to become someone who I think I should be, (like any other young man perhaps) and it hurts, and it kills the man I am. Then again who said it should not be painful trying to become better and maybe, just maybe, less human.
Like growing myself a wing...
Now
Wile as I watch those insane feelings, they drive me, fulfilling me. Its fucking uneasy to simply let go, and it doesn't matter if I become better, much better, much more caring
as there is no option to fly with just one wing.
I call it the matter of faith. I do not have to believe in myself or in anyone else, but I must believe in some awkward,
lonely girl, maybe desperate, maybe not, that carries the other wing.
So where the fuck are You? Need a map?










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At spes non fracta.
[link] - my portfolio.
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I MOVE FOR NO MAN. (Black Knight, "The Holy Grail")
*wypatruje czegoś nowego*
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At spes non fracta.
[link] - my portfolio.
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I'm going to smile like nothing's wrong, talk like everything's perfect, act like it's all a dream, and pretend it's not hurting me
.+.Tortured.+.Artist.+.
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~NaruHina--SasuSaku
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Gallery: ~Husam-Elfaki
HumbleVoice: [link]
DepthCORE: [link]
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Boom!
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"Spustoszony przez śmiech i słowa, pobity przez małe uczucia i rzeczy, przez pół miłości i pół nienawiści, tam gdzie trzeba krzyczeć - mówię szeptem."
T. Różewicz
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