Soul for Artworks

When I draw, I feel like my soul has been stolen away from me. My drawing becomes alive while I’ve lost a piece of my own life.

A price that I have to pay for the sake of beautiful and edgy art is what?

Myself.

A price that you have to pay for the sake of your art is what?

I dont think you know that answer.

Your hands only copying whats left in this world.

My hands gives it life and soul. Makes it walk, run and dance. Makes it as sad as a broken-heart lovers. Makes it as rosy as blooming cherry tree. Makes it as hearty as a human can be.

I give it a piece of me. My sadness. My happy memories. My distorted minds.

You can feel it, touch it with your eyes and drunk into the madness

You feel me,

My world,

Myself.

But then I lost myself, I became so empty and hollow, I lost everything I have,

Just to found it again in a different time and place.

Because thats the price I have to pay.

Whats yours?