Was going to college by train, heard a woman coughing, was worried for her. But I guess mental illnesses don't transmit through air so she's fine.
Lalalala
:3

That cold feel of the night wind blowing, my iris widens, the stars are the only thing I see in the night sky. One small twitch. And they snap back to my grainy, static covered world, with a shape mocking every bit of weakness my mind has subsumed.
#art #abstract
But deep down... I feel good, warm.

As my vision flutters, as the slumber calls my name, I persist. For I am exactly where I want to be. As my heart beats, as it skips, as my breath flutters, as my heart speeds up, as my mind cooks. I feel happy, I shed a tear, for you've brought me this gift.
Rattus rattus. #art #abstract

Frozen in time, a picture of the past. A haunting past. There was nothing. But a picture. No sound. No feeling. And yet I tire of this feeling.
A picture. A picture of the past.
If I were to rip mine ocular organs out. It's vision would persist. But why is it?
Why do I feel this way? #art #abstract

Hear ye! Hear ye! I hath drew mine pencil once again at mine notebook! T'was a wonderful duel. A waterish vision, played on the harpsichord made from cassettes. A spectrogram of molten plastic. Is the name it spoke.
Hyyyyaaagggh! #art #abstract
Meow meow.

Ah! I welcome thee! For I! Loco! Hath decided upon what my person wisheth to post on this azure firmament, or so thou calleth it! The heavens deserve my abstract nature. While the accursed site known as the roman number ten! Will be for my wortoxes. It shall be in mine narrative.
Egf. #art #abstract