Every day I see my face in the mirror,
but whenever I sit down to make a picture this is how it comes out.
I fight the urge to write about nightmares and things lost,
but when I see these pictures I paint of myself I can’t help but be reminded.
My home feels like a very negative space these days.
My heart feels like a bit of a black hole.
My mind … well that things just trying to run a fucking muck inside me,
but I won’t let it.
I had no intention of painting a portrait of myself,
this is just how everything came out..
Sometimes it’s good to see how you really see yourself,
maybe then you can really change things.