Artwork Description:
The lyric...
Some times I run... Some times I hide. All to often I pledge to myself to dispose of the mask. Oh the pleasantry that exudes from my being, the life, the extrovert and all their obligatory behaviors. Rampant speech thrown into conversation so gracefully, so easily. Ah, I am the life of all social endeavors, I am loved. I am free.
And as the night passes to day with the glow of a keen blade, I find myself crawling. Slowly, oh so slowly back into the womb. Its warm here, so warm and so dark its easy to nestle my weary shoulders
safely inside ones self.
- A painted personalit