A man stares out into the nothingness and weeps to himself. A man must not show the emotions of weakness so he dies inside. Reality gone and the mind along with it. When in the presents of society he is nothing but the jester and the fool. Alone he becomes the figure in the corner, the loner if you will. He swallows deep all the pain and crawls inside himself till the lights go out.
That is what I am in a nutshell, take it how you want. I could say I am an artist but I don't see that I just see myself as a wandering man with my thoughts easily scribbled on any surface I find when taken by the madness. Just like the rest of you I’m trying to find a connection with the void inside of me.............to see if I can fit some where.
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