maybe | #6

maybe it’s me. maybe i’m different. maybe i’m too independent. maybe i hate small talk. maybe i’m twisted. maybe i’m weird. maybe i’m not sure of what i want. maybe i’m not sure what i’m unsure about. and maybe i’ve been pushing people away so much i’ve forgotten how to let them in.

i write about the things i long for, but yet when the those exact things are presented to me, i push it away.

i guess i’m just afraid that i will have nothing to blame, nothing to write if i accept the things i write about. it’s twisted. i know that.

i deprive myself to gain. everything i believe in is twisted.

but an artist has to follow his heart even if the whole world thinks he’s wrong, right ?

#6 – ç’est de ma faute.