Like a Melting Candle

I don't think I can go on anymore...the struggling....even my physical self is already waxing down...draining...faltering....
My shoulder and blades are lumping like a huge rock weighing me digestive track must have been weakening now....

Once in my life I was full of great they were simply nothingness....vain...even if I had an upcoming show in Baguio City on a classy hotel. But my visions are no more on the fame...but only for the love of painting...perhaps, on its purest form now....yet you know, it would be much better if I can sustain the supplies to create more artwork. 

Trapped in a trampoline of nothingness... 


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