WE ARE FUCKING FRIENDS TILL SKY IS FALLEN IN ME>>>>>>MY BAND

solitude is wat i want

HEAD OF DA REBEL---inside me

EGO CLASH

mind scan

LATELY…
I have trouble being myself. I seem to be heading no where. I am not good enough. May be this opinion has formed out self-pity but I don’t seem to be as brilliant as the others. I feel I am a LOSER whatever talent I had cultivated during childhood seems to have died. I watch as my paint brushes in vivid colors, seems dull & lifeless. The dust flies as I pick up the canvas & try to view with enthusiasm& vigor reflecting the dreams of a lifetime. It reminds me of a faraway feeling I had while painting it. When my life was destined to have never ending happiness. Just like the fairy-tales. I dwelled upon as a child. I don’t know if I should pick up my brushes & start paint again………but ALAS!
I have no talent. I try to concentrated, think about the subject but all I could paint were angry, wild red blotches on the pure white canvas………..it remind me of the mind of a troubled person. It reflected my mind.

MY ANGEL WHO KILLS