He sits with psychedelic thoughts A genius a man of knowledge He opens doors of imagination that have never been open before People view him as crazy a man with imagination he doesn't live in reality Everything to a man like that is toys he holds the world in the palm of his hand mocking and laughing at it He draws the unknown and expresses his thoughts and feeling and in every movement of his hand his tries to express something A neurotic person who sees the world in his own eyes To draw for him is like to laugh, at times his sad but knowing what he knows the reality is sadness even a word. A portrait of mysterious eerie faces he knows his the only one who sees what it really is suppose to mean others just think his brain has gone mental. As though not all understand the meaning of his drawings None know what really goes through a geniuses mind Reality of the unreality is unknown it is only the belief that keeps the people alive An extra ordinary imagination kept him alive.Birth sign: Not entered
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