The True Story of an Artist on the Rise; inner thought
I'm very often overconfident and overbearing. My manic approach to the future becomes apparent in just a period of hours, not days. I am a nervous boy, full of fear and moody episodes. When I think of my past I know what my true future will likely be, passed out in the gutter with nothing.
Dreams are my only escape. Vision my favorite drug.
I must force myself to be confident despite my own defeating doubt. I am debilitated by my mind's recurrent thoughts, but something within the seat of me yearns for better knowing. My soul aches for the foreknowledge I am plagued by, I want the things I say will be.
I cannot guarantee anything, I can only continue with my passion blindly. Consume me.
Dreams are my only escape. Vision my favorite drug.
I must force myself to be confident despite my own defeating doubt. I am debilitated by my mind's recurrent thoughts, but something within the seat of me yearns for better knowing. My soul aches for the foreknowledge I am plagued by, I want the things I say will be.
I cannot guarantee anything, I can only continue with my passion blindly. Consume me.