” Internal Combustion “

Sculpted into a figure with no release. As if poured into a mold of what you are suppose to be, or never were at all.
Like being painted into a corner, you live the life expected. As if becoming a lawyer for family’s sake.
But is it real or is it fake?
The writer assumes the roles of his characters.
The artist takes on the form of his work.
The tangible reality of life untouchable.
The lines between creative genius and insanity become
Consumed with life, career, or self expression, the super ego takes over and the id revolts.


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