I do what I do because I’m mad to live
Mad to experience the vivacity,
Mad to make mistakes.
Because being perfect is not me
Because I’d rather be Real than a nameless face liked by everyone
Because I can’t Fake it,
Because my emotions are written on my sleeve as clear as the sky is blue.
Because every feeling is felt to the core.
Because I am human
A person who’s had too much experience,
Too much hurt for a mere 18 years.
But still lives as if tomorrow won’t come.
I take risks
Because it makes me feel like I’m alive,
makes me feel like I’m living
Because just being alive is not enough.
I breathe to live in a stream of consciousness
I live to not stop going
Because I’m afraid of being in a state of continuum.
I live to rebel against the structure that’s held me in since birth.
To make a free conscious decision,
And to finally find balance in a struggle between two clashing cultures.
I live to forgive, and try to heal the wounds from the past that are so deeply embedded in
I do what I do to live in a stream of consciousness, constantly adapting to the traumas and
joys of life.
Of a life I am so graciously given.
I create art to channel my thoughts into something tangible.
Art is a purgatory for my emotions, as well as a shout to society.
An escape from a chaotic world, where my thoughts can be refined.
I am a person tattooed by memories I can’t shake.
And it has made me who I am.
Given me drive.
Dangerously indecisive yet impulsive
I believe in passion, it is all or nothing.
I believe that rebellion is a key to growing up
To fight against the norm, the current, is my life’s quest.
I’m forever chasing something Real,
I do what I do because I don’t know the answers.
That’s why I live, to find myself, so that I may
find Purpose in this lifetime.
I live to feel like I’m alive,
Because I’d rather feel pain than to feel nothing at all.
Because apathy is a pathetic way to live.
Because this world is bigger than me or you.