Throwing whatever at the canvas and see if something appears from the splatters.
Martian Rabbits.
I have eyes, but it sees only failure.
I have ears, but they hear only dread.
I have a mouth, but my voices never heard.
I have a heart, but filled with only chemicals.
I am happy.
I didn't do that...
Why did I do that...
Something is talking... it rejects...
It can't stand the pain... the meaningless pain...
The subconscious...
The body... my body...
It speaks...
Ever felt like every hobbies and ambition you chased crumble?
Ever felt like luck always brushes by seconds away before you can reach for it?
Ever felt like you're completely helpless with your own cursed fate?
And yet here you are, still picking yourself up, knowing it will happen again.
Can't make out which way is up in this world...
Is there even a ground to stand on anymore?
Everything change so fast...
Is there nothing to hold onto anymore?
Spending life pretending so much...
Is there even something left of myself anymore?
