Pain is artistic.|
I love the idea and thought of pain.
And yet I fear actually experiencing it.
I avoid it as much as I can.
I smother it by distracting myself from it.
Both mental and physical pain.
I love my own misery.
And yet I want to get away from it.
I want someone to save me from it.
And at the same time,
I want to feel myself shatter into pieces.
I hate to see others in pain.
And yet I want to see them break down
and fall into pieces.
Pain is somehow beautiful.
It fills up every cell of existence once encountered.
I'm actually obsessed with pain. I try express my own view of pain in my art.