“Eyes bloodshot, words insane, anxious thoughts, feelings ashamed. After all, it was the heart to be blamed.”

How crazy it is to define your happiness with hypocrisy-laced conventions? To always go with the flow and not letting the craziness show. Looks like the only sanity is to LET GO.

Finally found solace, a way out of maze. You discern, YOU are your HOME, Today and Always.

Is less really more or more is actually less? Will you leave me depressed or will I make you obsessed? Oh, What a mess! What a mess!

No truths hidden, no lies fed. No expectations, no tears shed.

Are you my poison or my solace? Leaving me disconcerted and blue.. Disguised in a bliss or elixir behind menace? Hard to live WITH OR WITHOUT YOU!

It covers me like the embrace of the sky. Like a closed one bidding goodbye. Like those smeared memories and lyrics of a melancholy song, Home, Home is what I long for.

Sometimes life is easier when you intentionally choose not to understand the meaning behind, when you try to look away from what’s apparent to the eyes of the mind.

Does anything at all make any sense? No offense! Is everything real or just a lens of pretense? Anyway, I feel that this moment is dying and now I’m done wrying and trying.

Maybe I should just let myself feel to the point that I don’t feel anything. It’s the game of feelings, I think it’s time to play with my own.

In a world where insensitivity and indifference are overrated. Don’t lose faith in love and warmth. You may feel lost and worn out, but the most magical and the richest place will always be a kind heart.

I don’t know what I need, Maybe just dreams, the right people, and a spirit freed of all the worries, insecurities, and fear. A fulfilled life where visions and hearts are more clear.

To choose a plain life, I choose neither to lose and nor do I gain, If happiness is not in my destiny, I refuse to accept pain.

How your words and pauses have become mine. How you are a full stop to my every line. You have colored me with your thoughts, red and white. The tinge of my blood and the pure divine.

To rise after a fall, oh what an idea to haul. What you think would hold you, More often than not, turns your white soul into cold blue.

Souls shouldering the burden of false hopes, broken promises, fear like a burning flame. Maybe that’s why each one of us is so different yet the same.

Aren’t we all murderers? Sometimes of our emotions. Sometimes of our dream. Sometimes of our conscience for the sake of being downstream?

I’ve learned one important lesson in my life, and I’m going to share it with you.

Don’t worry about bad things that haven’t happened yet. It will save you a lot of anxiety.

Beware lest in your anxiety to avoid war you obtain a master

Over and over again in my life, I find closeness to other people and proximity to other people really painful; that’s part of my mental illness, social anxiety.

I can’t imagine turning into one of those codgers who no longer reads fiction. I’m regularly stirred by it and suffer no anxiety of influence. Influence me! That was my credo then, as I was developing and learning, and remains so now, as I’m developing and learning.

You don’t experience anxiety unless you’re attached to a thought that isn’t true for you. It’s that simple.

Without anxiety and illness I would have been like a ship without a rudder.

For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.