Pain is just a reaction. And a pretty one, because nothing else can give a sound to a good painting.
If it didn't exist, my art would be synonym to silence, and all of the red in this room would just be a dry liquid, all of these boxes just filled with flesh, and my jacket just a piece of skin.
But with pain, I can appreciate, and even feel how they feel, before they give me the best of the rewards...
Oh, How torture would be lame without their screams, how amputation would be lonely without their heated gazes with hate and desperation...
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Prose and poetry
PoetryProse and poetry, feelings and speech in text. I wanted to live as a human, But never never really was a man.
