Hi there. :) This community is amazing. I love posting my work here. I'm gay BTW no shock there <_<

An Anthem to the Makers


I write.
Recording the words of disbelief, stinging the senses.

I sing.
Pushing the pain into melody and notes.

I animate. Design. Render.

Sketch.
The twisted shades of my twisted dreams remaining lucid.

I capture.
A frame, stuck in the crystal tar. Replaying the full collection of severed actions peeling out of the
glossy white square.

My hands down to cast a splintered shadow on the unsaturated world. Breathing on the hills, riding
on this train as my windows outline countless paths to take. The brushes of a painted reality. In all my
work, I see a thousand worlds. Envisioning my subtle chaos.

Living in my conscious.

I stimulate.
Can you feel?

Is it all still real?