There are times
When you just can't give air to your thoughts
When crying and swearing
when shivering and shamefully hiding
pales in the face of the long hours
when you just sit and stare into nothing, surrounded only by the maelstrom of your own tormenting thoughs.
If it would ever break free
Only destruction would be left in its wake.

I'm not always joyous.
I'm not always laughing and playfully chatting with friend and beloved.
There are those things that makes a smile feel like a protective mask.
Things that always wispers in your ear, even during moments of happines.

We were created with emotions so that we could experience our surroundings and ourselves in a deeper level than our comon sences could ever provide. It can give the greatest of joy.. or the deepest of sadness. But what if our deepest sadness is linked to our greatest joy? What will become of it?



Vent art.
Sorry for the bad energy in this submission. I haven't been very up to any artistic work for a while. Life is ever as present.