installation 02

the world is painted in colour now – but i still dream in darkness. i tell myself to be happy – but the fear lingers in the night. the fear of falling, the fear of loving, the fear of knowing what’s real.

in the sunlight, i seek refuge in the arms of the stranger. but in the twilight glow, my pearls sink into the night.  

i can feel the presence lurking. it still follows – and the gap is growing smaller. the whispers in the night tell me to run, not from it but from the strangers embrace.

i realise that my refuge is coming to an end – my days numbered – and with that realisation, i cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry.

this is not my world. at first the terrain felt hostile but now the edges have become soft. i’ve become one with the concrete, and one with the chaos.

but i do not bare my insides, and i do not bare my eyes. i am shielded by the ambiguous mask and even when it comes for me – it will not see the fire.

but i will give myself to the dark, engulfing the world in pearlescent white. and i don’t know my own fate – but this world can be kind. i will become its guardian, its sacrifice, its eternal protector.

i don’t know what’s real. how does one know what is real? my nightmares feel like daylight. A haunting reminiscence is the cost of freedom.

in the end, it all comes down to you. maybe I’ll see you again one day – in a reality less cruel. i have much to learn and memories to remember so i must leave this world. but i will keep you safe from the darkness, even if the darkness is me.