This is my art.

"Be clean. Be clean," I tell myself. Am I not clean already?

"Be free from manipulation, those little influences that steal into your mind and plant themselves in the form of your own thoughts and ideas." Like claws.

"These little claws parading as your own life matter. No, your blood must not be corrupted by the ease of pre-existing patterns. You do not need to be different, but you need to be clear, be seperate, be honest." No, hope will not dwell in a temporary shelter.  Blood does not abide impurities, it cannot, it must not be recycled.

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Sometimes you are tired. Just too tired to close your eyes. The world blurrs past you, the wind sweeps your dreams along and life is lived without you. Maybe all it would take is a little kindness, a helpful hand to lower your eyelids and you could save that time which otherwise would have been lost.

Too much time lost is too much heart lost. And who can live without heart? You would be a fool to try.