Artworks / DICOTOMIE DELL'ESISTENZA

I exist today just for my drama and I die with my hearth teared by indifference, castrated by convemtions and tabù, mutilated in ideas and thought and with my hands tied by lies and deception. But I revive in refusing nothingness daily, in blood poured in sacrifice for my salvation, in pain for dissolving of art and soul.
My torment feeds of hope, and my flowers beauty drinks the blood of my life. Life and no life. Departure and return. Nothing else.
Dichotomies of existance.