destroying solitude through creative insanity.

Art is simply your subconscious screaming suicidal songs, Attempting to escape the cold solitude of the mind and break free to a world of madness through your hands, to a place it could be itself, to a place of acceptance. I am afraid to be art. Art is powerful and strong. It defies its borders and does not have a care in the world about being different. But I, stop at my borders. letting fear of acceptance cease all hopes of moving forward with myself. Art is simply expression. And I lack what I want the most. I envy art. Envy being able to look completely insane. Envy being able to be, Me.