When your soul screams for you to stop, that is when I press on. I ravage my body in your silent pleasure and destroy my kindness for money.

I paint because it soothes the beast that drives me to extinguish myself. It's not a joy for you, a pleasant taste of energy that you can absorb.

For you all life is eye candy, and for me a flame that can dissapear one small step at a time.

My mind is like a maze that I cannot forge my way through. I tired to take down the walls with my bare hands, and when that didn't work I tried other tools. The more walls I crumbled the harder it was to find my way through the labyrinth of my thoughts.

I am forever lost in those moments that others can only dream about. Expression in law.

I am a puzzle.