But No-One Would Believe Me.

To build and change, would it not be better to maintain and preserve?

To make anew, or to work with other creation?

I feel small.

Dancer girl, hold me.

Actor boy, love me.

Painter girl, kiss me.

Writer girl, know me.

You aren't a painter. You can only paint hate.

Icarus fly, fly away.

I'm not God tiny creature.

I'm sure I'm insane.