Real artists take the misery and sadness of life and translate it into art.

I stumbled out into the courtyard to try to flee my misery, but of course we can never flee the misery that is within us.

You sensed that you should be following a different path, a more ambitious one, you felt that you were destined for other things but you had no idea how to achieve them and in your misery you began to hate everything around you.

We are all artists creating every single second of our lives whether it be good or bad.

ثاو على صخر أصم، وليت لي قلب كهذي الصخرة الصماء

متفرد بصبابتي، متفرد بكآبتي، متفرد بعنائي