I want to break my art into pieces and unbreak my art again to so see what the essence of my art has; someone breaks my heart; I also broke someone's heart; my art needs a break-through; give me a break; break my ego. Are there anything left when my world is broken into a myriad of the unknown and the unseen.
The sky of my existence is crumpled, it shades the sunlight and darken the night. My emotion is revived in art, but my inspirations are lost and become infants again, without a trace to meet the future; time staggered in my world, alone in the darkness of the depth of abysmal despair.
When hope is gone, life is perished, dreams are gon