Temperature rises over all, burning all your head. Inside your heart, you feel emotions blowing up like a hellish curse. Fear in your soul, there is no place to involve, no place to evolve. Some days you're not sure you should fight any more. Burning your life running after moments you will never have. Breaking your head with stupid thoughts you never needed to have. This is not me. Attracted by things that never touched you. Fighting against a feeling that could make you free. This is not me.

In a hole

For the pain

Till the death.

People inside your head telling you what to think, what to say, what to do. They all are trying to hook you into their misery. But I'm not a freak, I'm a living being. There are as many atoms in my body as stars in a galaxy. I'm a galaxy, I'm a universe. I do create my own fate as I do create my own art. That is being an artist. Painting with my thoughts. That's me. A soul so much bigger on the inside.

You are the hostage of your fears. Your life is flowing through your veins and you are crying your blood. Some things have to hurt, but no more empty pain, useless suffer. Yes it hurts, but don't be scared of all that happens to you. Don't fight burning tears, come closer in here, the stars are inside, you're out of the time. It should never die.

The creativity fever.