REALITY... seems like fragments of a nightmare that hosts my sub-conscious nights every so often
Like sometimes I have to pinch myself to see if I'm really alive
Because as much as I don't chase tangible wealth
I crave happiness by my theory entails love, comfort and security
But my security is constantly challenged when things like these surface
Like forms that requires copies of me
As if I'm a citizen of somewhere
All I am is a place of birth and a temporary stay
Resident of life and a citizen of hope
Reality is something I always try to give
But it seems like I just can't win
When I am a recipient
About Me
- CONTROVERSY
- The name's Tischka, what can I say? the art world is home to me. I love to love, I'm very passionate, I'm not caught up in material things; however I do love feeling good. Comfort is a necessity for me it's the fourth to the three the bible states.
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