Sequential pictures are held to catch my mind. Black blotches forcing sunshine as I create monsters just for their entertainment and my medication. I’ll never give them the answer they’re trying to dissect; normalcy is a trend too contagious these days. Whimsical arrogance gives my appearance the dysfunctional yet curiously rational make-over ive been aiming for during the sessions.
Then out of the black comes a shape I couldn’t re-form. The portrait exudes you perfectly; I cannot blur your face from its exactness anymore than I can add anymore to flaw it. Out of all the black mess they have presented me with, the slightly off centre black filled circle entices me into a question im not willing to acknowledge let alone solve.
“So how does this make you feel” They say hoping for a pass/fail answer of eternity/endless darkness. There’s no quirky come back keeping me company anymore and answers are invading my person space. “Nothing”. They’re facial expressions match mine with wrinkles. Now they’re seeing why im here. It hard to analyse something, from nothing.
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I really like this and it's so well written. I like the emotions here and the rawness to it.
Some lines that stood out to me were:
"Black blotches forcing sunshine as I create monsters just for their entertainment and my medication.I’ll never give them the answer they’re trying to dissect; normalcy is a trend too contagious these days."
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"It hard to analyse something, from nothing."
Great job dear. -
Oh, this is so so pretty.
I wish I could write prose and make it sound like this - I'm jealous of your writing!
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Sorry forgot to say its me
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