Man, I am in "artiste mode"! Seriously, I started working with colour and I created my favourite drawing to date, and I seem to be in a very poetic state of mind. However, it is not the strange, sad, moody poetry and art that by creating just makes one feel more depressed. It is an expression of all the weird things in my soul and my dreams, and I love them all.
You sit and worry about yourself,
Not a care to the rest of us.
I hope your selfishness eats away at you,
So that my soul can take your place.
One less pitiful, useless, self absorbed being
For the rest of us to lug around.
See how much more one can express when one does so through poetry?
Mah, I love each and everyone of you. None of you are selfish or full of self pity. You all rock! *flowers, flags, and kittens for all*