cataclysm
it is this it is that which makes me feel this and then that.
i keep re-weaving the waves trying to wax sensical of my plight.
these considerations seem so benign.
i want to feel purposeful again. like to wake up knowing the grand scheme.
the questions are stemming up again, and when i start i can't quit.
like is this really where i want to go, do i really feel the strength to compete.
i can't always keep with the pressure i wear so thick like a skin.
and really, would the art world really miss me.
i keep re-weaving the waves trying to wax sensical of my plight.
these considerations seem so benign.
i want to feel purposeful again. like to wake up knowing the grand scheme.
the questions are stemming up again, and when i start i can't quit.
like is this really where i want to go, do i really feel the strength to compete.
i can't always keep with the pressure i wear so thick like a skin.
and really, would the art world really miss me.