The most beautiful prison

I have an addiction to beautiful things. Amongst all the pretty and sparkly things, I feel suffocated. I couldn’t give up on materials, just like consuming a bunch of bread to feel less empty and lonely.

People’s attention, number of likes/views, and latest trends. These are so loud and noisy that real stories become noise. My dimly twinkling soul and art feel to be tied up and trapped in a prison.

It’d make me feel comfortable to pull out those threads of my art from the prison. No, writing this out, I already feel more comfortable.

(Photo: @amavit.img)