I have to get inspired by something that touches my soul, or rocks my soul.

I fed my ego, but not my soul.

God, if there is a God, take my soul, if I have a soul.

For a long time imagination was all i had. I allowed it to take me to all the places i yearned to be, all the sights i longed to see, make beauty out of all thats been and create art from this suffering.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

Painting calmed the chaos that shook my soul.