Now I think I know what you tried to say to me How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen they're not listening still... Perhaps they never will...
ArtSufferingIsolationTruthSolitudeMadnessMisunderstandingUnderstanding
It romanticizes suffering without addressing the practical need for care.
Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the stranger that y…
For they could not love you, but still your love was true And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night You took your life as lovers often do…
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
My Song, I fear that thou wilt find but few Who fitly shalt conceive thy reasoning, Of such hard matter dost thou entertain; Whence, if by misadventure, chance…
Ours is an age which consciously pursues health, and yet only believes in the reality of sickness. The truths we respect are those born of affliction. We measu…
I cut a hole in my heart and wrote with the blood.