How lucky you are to be so creative, they say, and smile
How interesting it must be to have a mind like yours, the say and question you with their eyes.
Little do they know.
We create because we must, it has never been a choice
It’s like a fever, hot and full of pain
It must be nice to have a quiet mind. A mind filled with cool water that freshens the soul. Not this hellfire, burning like an eternal flame. A river of lava, filled with concepts and endless interrogations, overflowing with madness and ideas.
I wish you could see the world through my eyes.
Life burns, love burns, everything burns
Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earthFyodor Dostoyevsky