to me it seems to be
meaningful craziness
and I can’t look away anymore
I have reached one conclusion:
I am a beautiful flower
that grows in the toxic soil of a polluted mind
the emotional scars are invisible
at least for most of the other fellow beings
who don’t yet know that pain is transformed
into many different artistic expressions
maybe to get some recognition
or resonance from others
that feel in similar ways
but then again ultimately there are only two sides of one wish
everyone wants to love and be loved