A sketch drawn (04/09/2010) and then coloured/textured later in Photoshop.
I guess this is another about perceptions. At the time of the drawing & writing I was feeling weak and frustrated. The last four lines of what I wrote at the time I could only perceive in one context, that being very negative. Later on reading them again I could see them from another very different perspective being positive.
The grass is often green but at times I just don’t see it.
Right now I feel like a baby bird,
that has fallen from its tree.
And if I was, would it be wrong,
to wish you ‘finish’ me?
But then I’d rather go out standing,
and die fighting like a man.
Rather than a bird shoved in a plastic bag
and thrown in some trash can.
“Natural Selection has its ways” they say.
The weak are filtered out.
“So why is it that you’re still here?”
My demons scream and shout.