Abstract of Black and Gray

The feeling of being trapped in a big open space called world.

I live in a box

A box full of imagery of desires

Desires I can only touch outside

Desires that leads me to my momentary flight

Why am I always scarred?

Why do I come back twice as boxed, latched and barred?

 

I want to live with colors

But I’m living with grayscale and nimbus skies

Through their eyes I am golden

Who are they molding?

I am equipped but I am demobilized

 

I live to be free

Is the world ready for my lesions to see?

My little box heals me, my freedom wounds me

Take me to the in between, the purgatory

Heal me with heaven, free me from hell.

This I deserve. I am worth

These chains, I abort.

Reviews

[Nykolas Andrews]

This is really good. It runs deep. I could feel the depression grasping this girl (or guy) and sucking the life out of her. Beautiful piece, my friend.