I know that if I grab a pen and a sheet I go crazy.
That the burning of the chest are feeling sick.
I know that if I grab a pen and a sheet of crazy.
Desperation by shouting in the paper into art.
Why such ardor, such despair, such madness?
Understand, I'm human.
Humans passionate. And lose our minds.
All for the same reason.
You're never going to reveal what's inside your head, right?
My head is a door and is in plain sight.
Only you have to want to go.
And get rid of your limits.
It's like flying.
I imagine in your head an unreal world.
As unreal as the imagination.
as truth and as life itself.
is poisonous as the sense of touch.
But lovely as a violent kiss.
Where does all that? From the heart
uncontrolled.
of evil and perverted desires.
immoral and taboo.
is life, the essence of being.
What we need is unreal, but no less real
.
We do not have mental powers.
Yes, we have them.
for ourselves. Learn to control
or uncontrolled
know it depends on ourselves.
depends on your love and hate.
depends on your essence.
And you why you choose control?
Because I am a man who sees life through different eyes.
And I know that if I live now at breaking point skin,
feeling all that really worth to be lived,
no sense living.
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