I used to feel everything in a fiery red, passively aggressive, ah, yes, also with deep passion.
Loving is overrated, I obsess.
I let EVERYTHING get on my nerves, filling it up until I pop my veins.
It gave off a pungent smell, spreading off intoxicating vibes...
It made the the people around me be brought upon their knees, poking holes unto their skin, making them bleed and drown in their own blood.
I locked my self in a jar, absorbing the toxicity in my own lungs.
From feeling everything to feeling monochromatically nothing.
Seeing everything in black and white— the void and darkness of my own.
Nothing makes me feel anymore.
Setting that 'happy-everything-okay-la-dee-da-da' song on an infinite loop. —Had to be okay. Have to fine.
Lost that appetite long ago. Just throwing everything I am fed up with.
Everything comes out in withdrawal from my mouth, but no words come out with the vomit— just my innards.
All I am is skin and bones.
Let me feel something.
I shed my own blood to give color to my canvas.
And when I felt the pain, I bled on different colors and started to splatter it.
—星気の
Medium used: nail polish, toothpick
Painted by: yours, truly
Airpods is not mine, it's my brother's property. Uhh... Welp?
