Typed to the music.
0:00
What to do what to do is everything gone am i still here what is this place ah ive got to finish that deadline no no i just need to wake up.. this isnt happening im so stressed..
0:32
Look at this place. Its trashed. I look out the window and I see a glimpse of the sunlight shine through my torn curtains and over my pale face. Sometimes I wonder if the outside world is truly a masterpiece created by God, or if its just some cheap joke to attract us tourists into what people call life...
0:57
I cant stand it anymore ive got to do something about this mess. Perhaps I could paint my emotions... perhaps I could.. no wait. Ive got it! I just need to tell her about my feelings through painting of course! Ive got to find paper where is the paper. Ahah!
1:23
Ok just a few gentle brush strokes here... and a few strokes there. A few dashes of red here, and a few dashes of white there. Some pink, yellow, gold. A jagged line, a smooth twist. Some splashes here, water there... paint paint paint.
2:13
Its done. Its finally done. My shoes are one. My car is on. My painting is in my hand.
2:48
Time to go.