suffering from several withdrawls of redemption: all artists are born and die in the same day

im focusing on the image.
how much time must it take to realize that this world is just a painting to some eyes.
i have found the time to make something beautiful out of it.
i have also found the time to destroy everything.
i am not the hero because i am one man.
the hero is but the art of life in creating something beautiful.
grow something. dont just burn it.
this tears me up too much. sometimes i speak in confusion.
i confuse myself.
i have people in my mind.
all they do is talk. all they do is talk. all they do is talk.
when i have dreams they come to life they never leave my mind.
all i do is talk to myself before i go to sleep.
if it wasn't for being a schizophrenia. i wouldnt have the bestest friends i have ever had.
you dont understand me im sure. but i also believe you sell your thoughts to everyone you talk too.
to me this seems like a problem.
i cannot trust you.
before the world was a world. it was just a rock. we had the power to create something beautiful. we also have the power to destroy it. we were all meant to die. but not like this. no. not like this.
"Actors die so loud."