Journey

#Art

*rings*

I moaned hearing the noice as I fell out the bed. I opened my eyes letting the ray of the sunshine awake me. I looked at the alarm clock and stop it from ringing. Alone. Silence. Sorrow. Loss. That's what I have right now.

Yet, I told myself before to make a new chapter of my life, with new things and new people. I should start my life being independent emotionally, physically and emotionally.

Another day, another night

Nature and people wasn't out of my sight

I take a lot of deep breathes searching

The joy and freedom , like I was hoping

It's been a long time since I haven't use a pen

Nor a paint brush in my hand

I was used to be an artist but i stopped

Because Gehanna came and i was strucked

Depress and sorrow took over me

Everyone was worried but then they leave

Some I'm getting crazy some say my eyes are hazy

Instead of a rose they gave me daisies

It is funny how I smell those flowers, thier scent

They all just remind me how dead i am without consent

People knew before of what is my situation

But they didn't ask how was I or give attention

They all left me with nothing but depression

There I was becoming of aggresion

It was the past nothing more, I'm a different person today

A new search for a beautiful art, to be my masterpiece

Just like picking up myself piece by piece

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I went to a bookstore , baught a sketchpad, a pen , and a watercolor. Then walk towards the park nearby. I sat on the bench and carefully watch the view as time passes. Until the picture stuck on my brain and there I started to paint. Every stroke from the brush let's out each emotions I had. The pain , the joy, the sadness, the happiness, the grief and the warmth.

I let it dry for a while, resting the pad on my lap. Looking at the portrait as it dries , shows how patient I was. I smiled , it felt great to paint again.

I kept the pad when it was the fully dried and went on to a fast food store. I baught some chocolate milk drink and a hotdog to eat. I took my time eating when suddenly a man sat on a table in the front. He spent gis time drinking the same chocomilk beverage that I had.

I didn't waste my time and sketch him. Staring at him while he's not looking and pretending to be busy when he gets suspicious of his surrounding that he might actually think I like him or move away when he caught me looking.

There was this one time he didn't look at all for a long time. Now it is the timw to stare. "Sorry for being impolite mister XD "

This man, it might be the first time meeting him. But he seems to be a gentleman who was lonely.

As he walks out of his table, I suddenly saw an old rusty chains binded throught out his body. I might have gone crazy but it seems like it's dragging him. He faced every stranger with a smile, he paid the cashier with gratitude. But when he turn his back and left the store. I saw him leaving with a crooked smile, following where the chain leads him back.

A part of me was flubbergasted

I felt like I was disgusted

To myself and to bear myself being lonely

That change until I saw that man, all gloomy

His chains weren't on his arms and leg

But throughout his body and yet he didn't beg

This man was lonely like me but he knows the world and himself more

Just like he did in any place and in the store

His chains wasn't even a struggle but he took it as his path

To came back where he came from and faced situation like math

I am weak and lost from that moment on

I stumbled and searched for things, a ton

My jaw drops, why didn't I even realize it

Now all my thoughts are all in one pit

As I closed my pad and stood from where I sit

I look at my chains and it leads somewhere

I followed
I stumbled
I crumble
I tumble
I mumbled

I fall
Didn't stand tall
Lost it all
Didn't even bother to call
Bouncing up and down like a ball
I just crawl
Lock myself in a stall

I cry
Till my lips are dry

After a while following my chain, a way back to my cage, I look at my hands. I convinced myself, I can do this. I can surpass it all , I should promise that to myself. And never ever break it.

I breathe heavily and look into the cage. Some how , the cage started to become a home. It slightly glitches in my visions.

I have nothing to do with it but I went home and slept for a new day come. A new art to see. See and discover who I am, in this journey.