Thoughts left alone to waste,
Heart beating with haste.
I was up and ready to carry the weight of the world. Only worry though, would my shoulders take it? Would I take it?
The light of the morning was blinding, or maybe just evidence that I had fallen deeper into the darkness and the abyss was my home.
-Peace in the Abyss
Sometimes, for self-amusement, I imagine a world without gravity.
No one would tower over me and I'd have vanity.
The sky would be within reach and I'd burn with the sun.
I'd float to God, and ask him why I am so numb.
-numb
The evil in me bore a fruit...
If I see the beauty in the destruction, maybe the art would speak to me. But I feel it has. I heard it in a dream say:
"The universe doesn't owe you anything. But you owe it your passion. You owe it for every time it acted in your favour. You owe it devotion for every day you wasted. And you owe it your art, for every flower that withers away because it didn't receive love, and water".
-I fade
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The Art of Killing You
Mystery / ThrillerNatasha is an African girl in love with Art. She can't take that she is in the last moments of her life because she has cancer. She travels to Paris to live out her dream of becoming a recognized painter before she dies. There, she meets Ian. And ge...
