

IncognitoIncognito Because this climate makes me disappear I turn paper thin whenever the masses come near In the shadows, beyond their sight Incognito, forever my plightIncognito
Waking to the setting sun Oblivious to the notion of safe fun In the alley, amongst the trash Incognito, ‘cause the mainstream and I tend to clash
Out of cognition, another bleeding heart An abundance of nothing, no ambition to start Broken spirit, shattered will A splintered psyche; self-destruction, my art
Incognito You won’t recognize me after this Memories fade, I won’t
Watch The Sky
This place makes me sad and very very shy about my work. I mean, I know that the criticism will make me stronger and help me out more in my work but... c'mon, no one likes to be criticized. There's all these great artists here that I know for a fact is better than me and fuck, that does not help out in the ego department one bit.
See, I don't care if they criticize the photos in the gallery but when it comes to my drawings and my paintings I get really sensitive. Dammit dammit dammit
I'm gonna do the emo sob now
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Open your arms
hold me closely
Never let me fall
Wrapped up in you
Comforting me
I could die here...
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-eXciter-
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"My greatest fear is that my life is someone else's dream, and one day the person who is dreaming me will wake up and I'll be forgotten"
Member of *macrophoto, ~ toronto-photo, ~sunsets, * da-unreleased
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"Humans make errors in judgment. It is sometimes necessary to protect them from their own inadequacies."
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