You say you really know me
But exactly how much of me do you really understand?
black and white
Saturday, January 22, 2011 / 1:32 AM

like an artist standing in front of a blank canvas. with a palate in his left hand, a brush on his right hand. in his head is a million ideas. but his hand refuses to comply. suddenly all his ideas vanished. instead, he takes out a knife, and shreds the canvas into pieces. he burns away the blank canvas while his heart burns with it. its not like they know whats going on in his life. all they see is a crazy person, why?



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