Mind's toy

There you are, alone with your fears. Fear to live, fear to die, fear to love, fear to fail. And it's just you and your mind, yeah, that bitch is always there. Stop being her slut, free from her and let it flow. Every thought is a wave, it comes, crushes and goes away. Don't go in too deep, you could drawn. Stare at it, marvel at the bittersweet irony that's being shown to you, live together, die alone.
And what about butterflies ? Well, I'll explain that in another photo.