Stream Of Consciousness.I feel like my whole life can be described as the right place at the wrong time.Stream Of Consciousness. by Invoking
I try everyday to read between the lines, to find the right words so I can redefine myself.
Each and every subtle sign I see is changing the person I thought I ought to be.
Out of sight out of mind, yes, I am out of my mind and out of silver tongued white lies I disguise behind my sad eyes.
These truths are the how's and why's of everyday I feel small and misguided, flawed but undivided.
I claw madly at the dream that has fiendishly eluded me for years despite my frustrations and brown-eyed tears.
So what if I'm a little bit unorthodox?
My life will not be ruled by the hands of one too many clocks and the tick-tock of life seeping away.
Every day is a threat to what little sanity remains.
My bleeding heart pains me; it overflows and stains my hands, the very hands I used to cut it open.
I was searching, looking for something whole and unbroken but that's the greatest lie of this day and age:
I like to draw hearts..(and skulls).. as you can see. Most of the time I have the idea in my head and have to get it down on paper, sooooo I don't spend a lot of time on it. The animal paintings are murals I do in my spare time, which is limited.|
Thanks for the favs and the watches if I forget to thank you!!
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