26 Mar 2013

Madness


Is this the face of madness? If it was, I could hang out here a little longer. I don't know loneliness, because everyone adores me. The birds are singing, whenever they sense my presence.


Bare trees twist their branches while I'm passing by. Loveless mermaid turns to stone as I stare into the ocean. Little horse will be bored, if I refuse to ride it... Maybe I'm a f*cking messiah?


Or it's just the sun trying to be free again? Either way, now I can see blue whispers... But where is the end, you sick bastard?!

4 comments:

  1. ovi tvoji crteži me stalno podsećaju na nešto i uvek mi je na vrhu jezika.
    sad sam skapirao :
    u pitanju je hinduizam - brahma, višnu, šiva... celo to indijsko religijsko metafizičko ludilo od epova, bogova, mitova

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    1. Hvala, Mario! Sviđa mi se tvoje poređenje, iako mi (verovao ili ne) indijska mitologija nije bila ni na kraj pameti, dok sam crtao... :D

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  2. verujem, uradilo te kolektivno nesvesno, što bi rekao jung :)

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