I've become all embracing.
Layers and layers of my mind unfurl.
Bursting and bubbling into countless new shapes,
with incredible complexities ,
invincible dreams .
They pressure me to become compounded,
a mass murder of Design.
Hardened to compact surfaces,
very few problems,
very few dreams.
Am I an aberration, and outlier?
I want to ask:
Do others dream more when awake?
Do others weep for those unknown?
Are you being compounded too?
I'm watching,
and being watched.
Observing,
and being observed.
To see and know and feel,
is to be sedated,
wrapped up,
and wheeled.
I've become all embracing.
Layers and layers of my mind unfurl.
Bursting and bubbling into countless new shapes,
with incredible complexities ,
invincible dreams .
They pressure me to become compounded,
a mass murder of Design.
Hardened to compact surfaces,
very few problems,
very few dreams.
Am I an aberration, and outlier?
I want to ask:
Do others dream more when awake?
Do others weep for those unknown?
Are you being compounded too?
I'm watching,
and being watched.
Observing,
and being observed.
To see and know and feel,
is to be sedated,
wrapped up,
and wheeled.
hi, im dee and im a young artist living in the u.s. I hope to go into art in the future :) critical advice and such is rlly encouraged here plz and thank uvu