today i awaken not knowing how to paint the day red? black? white? i cannot be certain the simplest things seem difficult and unnecessary i could play guitar but even that seems trite and trivial i don't know i have to work soon find a way to be happy be happy be happy i am trying i am leaving i am flying
our art is so necessary a one way ticket no turning back
the residue of your shattered heart pierces my eyes it transforms the bluest blue skies crimson red.
hatred is the stillborn child of ignorance and boredom