I hold my life in large discretion.
Keeping that which I love a very big
Secret,
Won't let others know.
Won't let it show.
That me, inside- covered another.
The Thick glass of decit.
I'm sinking,
Sinking beneath.
See?
My feet are disappearing.
As I fall.
Fall.
Without knowing why.
I just do.
And I let myself too.
Such is the way of the artist.
We are always falling.
F
a
l
l
i
n
g
.
.
.
Into that state of unknowing.
Because,
We have to,
We need to-
We Must.
That is how life works for us.
That is how it will always...
Work.
For.
Us.
