Saturday, September 29, 2012

Saturday, September 29, 2012
My mum tells me a that a piece of art is sometimes like a cry for help.

But what she doesn't really understand is, sometimes; we don't want to be helped. We don't want to be understood, we don't want to be pulled back into normalcy; because our minds are the only things we can depend on to stay insane; to stay sane; to stay the way we are.  


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