Just can't bring yourself to pick up the papers can you? "Oh what's the point?" " No one cares, nothing ever changes! " " I'm wasting my time! "
We're all dieing so slowly, it's actually enjoyable. Our potential is bleeding out on the table and it's still warm. Binding our arms collectively because we're so afraid to say kind words and too quick to expect the worst in one another. We're locking away inspiration behind finance and fear. We're consuming company and looming expectation as absolute.
You will vanish. We all shall vanish. Fill your world, for it is fleeting. Pick up the papers. Begin your art and imagination.
3 years, 1 month ago
26 Aug 2015 00:05 CEST
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