sketch books are my "Death Note", in which i write my name...

over...

and over...

again.

This is not a test.

Art is the truth that says "your reality is a lie"
If only every beautiful woman created on paper was as majestic as the two-dimensional world in which she rests.
If only every song that floats amongst the vibrations of one's core could be lived, could be made tangible, could be...not a dream.
If only lyrics retained the glory of the poetry from which it came...to possess substance, not caring if words rimed or not.

If only the creators were as intelligent as what they portray.
If only...

Can a man be better than his cuurrent state of mind/being?

Can he go beyond himself?

If so how long will it last?
Maybe for just a moment?

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