Art: the dream of society, which does not examine itself
Artist: the person who's ambitions surpass the fear of failure
Me: an empty vail blackened by the shrinking flame of my spirit... the smoke of which creates the art, my hands could never produce...
Don't you see?
I am not an artist.
I am an aura of self exploited art.
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Mellow before the Sorrow
The Sun and the Moon
The unstoppable beating of hearts
The impenetrable fate of anguish
The lovers who lost t...