Lack of colours,
lack of imagination,
lack of interests,
I write about none of these stuff.
I write while I have no idea of what I want.
I just do it, for I have no better way to have an honest conversation
with myself.
The desire to know and the desire not to: the vicious circle of life.
If I can't be brave enough, then, maybe, my art could be play that role.
One prosecutor, one defendant, one judge.
Three roles simultaneously and the only thing they share is conflict for dominance.
"Did you forget the advocates?" I would hear a faint voice in my head.
No one knows me better than myself, I would reply.
No one knows how clueless I truly am.
No one will, except from...my art.
lack of imagination,
lack of interests,
I write about none of these stuff.
I write while I have no idea of what I want.
I just do it, for I have no better way to have an honest conversation
with myself.
The desire to know and the desire not to: the vicious circle of life.
If I can't be brave enough, then, maybe, my art could be play that role.
One prosecutor, one defendant, one judge.
Three roles simultaneously and the only thing they share is conflict for dominance.
"Did you forget the advocates?" I would hear a faint voice in my head.
No one knows me better than myself, I would reply.
No one knows how clueless I truly am.
No one will, except from...my art.
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