Art is one of the portals to our soul. It depicts our deepest thoughts that we cannot portray in modern times, with invisible barriers shoulding our every move. We are always so alone, longing, every longing, to make connections with others, yet to afraid to do so. To scared to go beyond the comfort zone of our minds, yet it is all in our mind, the prison that binds our life experience, holds us back, stops us from exploring new emotions, expressing feelings, anything to make us 'ourselves'.

Isolated and alone we create our own world's, and there are two which I wish to explore, the safe one; the one at home where no one can judge you but yourself, and the more painful, maybe the most painful; the one outside the four walls where all can judge.

At least the one at home can be somewhat comforting given enough stimulus from modern day life. Music, Art, Fetish, Sex, TV Series, and Films to name a few arena's for pleasure can all musk our discomfort to be 'ourselves'. Food and wine are also secret comforts that destroy us from the inside, making our bodies overweight and disgusting, diseased, a speed up process of a rotting corpse, and yet we go back for more because to actually live the pain would be most unbearable. So instead we cry and continue to mask the pain that we feel with whatever substance takes our fancy, at least at home we are safe. 

So what about ouside, the magnitude of pain excruciating. Your own thoughts are amplified, you feel as though everyone is judging you, they know that you are alone, secretly laughing at you, all the while they are experiencing their own pain. 

A sad lonely depressed sacred sac of infertile shit, looking for maggots to take over slowly eating there fill. 

Well indeed in your mind that is what you are, but in reality (and there is only such a thing as logically reality, which I will explain at a later stage), you are not that. You may be waiting to die yet you are a beautiful living human being with thoughts that can inspire, help, heal, and set people pain free, just not yourself. Others can glimpse your suffering and find a type of comfort, knowing that they are not alone, and for a brief moment in time it all stops..... then starts again.