A few days ago, I was on the train, going home after a long day and I was feeling lost and bored so I draw this.
I was left alone... the walls that surround my soul have collapsed one by one leaving me helpless. Days are passing so slow, so vain and nothing is shown to us. Huge shadows hunt to destroy the last remaining sun rise. Our souls are filthy and foul because of our vices, burdend that we love. Dust settle around our harsh, numb bodies and cover them in a thick blanket of indifference.
That's the torment of rality... we are buried in mold and sins.
But, if you close your eyes... is something changing? You've been here before, world is ugly, people are mean, everything is destroyed but you can not see it, right? So nothing isn't ragged. The uproar has ceased and everything is fine now...