What am I?

I just wish to paint a abstract picture of the reality which has no visual connection but only an emotional one to it. The guy speaking in the microphone is telling world a lie that we’re living in a very ‘happy enviroment’ even though the world around him is crumbling onto himself as he is in route to be destroyed in the mess he has created. The deceptions he lies ahead for the generalized public of peace and harmony when the world lies in flames.

A hope emerges from the hollows of the hellfire he created. Freedom fighters but not rebelious. They said they are the change of the future. I call them “umeed”. The lies which has been told by the speaker now breaks into the fire as the illusion shatters. The world is now seen by the people for what it is and for the better. Now the world sees its darkness and goes into the depths of hellfire to plant the trees of free speech. I see a world of peace lies ahead of me for what its worth, I am worth nothing.

A letter to ones own demise for what hes done to deserve this?

There lies a answer to the question which only few can see. The speaker in this has marks on his face which didnt come out in the render so its alot blurred than I’d have wished for it to be but I am limited by my physical hardware to do this again. I hope you see the art pieces for what I believe it is. The purple is often reffered with the psychedelic pathogens that sometimes incite illusions because thats the power of the speaker to fullfil the intend of a generalized public in his own malicious intends.

The people on the mountain are the change. They say that they’re not rebelious but they are the change. Life is finite and for what they are, they are hopeful. Sometimes they get scared for what the world they have been given but yet they try to focus on the generations that lies ahead of them. Its their responsibility to leave the world a better place than they were given in.

Now I regret for what I did. Was I responsible for the world I was given or were they? I dwell in he thoughts as I fall into the abyss of crisis. Yet, I find myself cleansed by the thought of forgotten peace. We’ll get there, soon. With “umeed” – everything can be achieved.

Signed by Jazib ali.-late.