Life imitates art

The art of indoctrinating my gullible brain to craft appealed to me.
To stitch a theatrical smile on my lips, dark false realities in my beliefs, even a trauma fueled engine up my ass.
Wheels screwed to my back as I lay flat numb.
Framework white and sparkly.
Deception at its finest.

I even became Picasso and painted an abstract, confusing mind mountain behind my back.
Parts of me began to fall. Fast.

Normal because one’s perception made it to be.
Incessant stores of dark paint shot out my exhaust into my thoughts and emotions. My actions enhanced it with my Watercolour eyes

The G-force enjoyed center stage, air resistance my ass, falling in my head is my kind of art.