want more
you were born to be seen
life seems like a series of deleted scenes
producers projecting eternal reels
playing on endless loops internally
what's real? what's fake..
high stakes
roll weed
appease my consciousness
relax.
breathe.
one day they will realize a tortured artist
creates the beauty
but can't decipher it from countless crumpled canvases
I debate with past selves
on who i will be tomorrow
but we can never agree.
shut the chatter.
I just want to be free
