sorry Painting

“A broken room” Rooms are broken and our pieces are scattered. It is a refuge for things you do not want to face, but a room that you have to face. Everything begins in a room that is alone. The problem of dying and living. Eating and living problems. Priority of life. Flake and the dark thoughts. Doubt about happiness. What makes it so frustrating? Why? Repression coming from people around me and my life. Where does the peace of mind come from? The moments of regret, the memories that sharpen my mind. Everything that goes bad. I understand that maybe I might think of death. I do not know where I stand now. But is it really important in life ...? There is no one in the room alone to hold me, and I am in the hole endlessly. It crumbles and breaks.