EYLLIAE
Artiste

Artistic Narcissism

As My Thoughts Sank Into The Depths Of This Accursed Dictionary, My Insides And My Soul Were Shaken By Slight Incomprehensive Jolts Which Seemed To Delight In The Truth. Playing With My Inner Self. What Was This Damned Creation Still Looking For?

She Subtly Extracted Certain Letters Which Came Together To Paint Me In Features With Which She Saw Fit To Adorn Me.

Narcissism

Revolted By This Vile Judgment, Looking For Excuses And Reasons, My Fingers Decided To Move Towards A Few Synonyms Which Seemed Revealing To Say The Least.

Self-contemplation?

Satané Inquisitive Spirit. I Was Therefore Forced To Admit It. Yes, I Love Myself, I Like Myself, I Admire Myself. I Am Ecstatic About What My Brain Thinks And Force Myself To Think About It. TO DO. Oh Devil! Those Who Would Dare To Disown Me!

The Creative Spark Invited Me To Continue The Hike In The Presumptuous Lair Of My Ego.

Self-esteem!

It Is Obvious That I Am Aware Of My Personal Value, No One Else Can Claim To Know It Better Than Me Or Contest It! I Am Proud Of What I Was, What I Am And What I Will Be!

Vanity!

Satisfied With Myself, Complacently Displaying This Accomplishment. YES! I Admire My Work, Risking Myself To Do So. Criticism, By Exposing It. If It Is Vanity, It Is Fortunate That I Have It. How Can I Leave My Peers In Ignorance Of My Existence And My Art, And Allow Them To Become Involved? Some Dark Idiots To Lynch Me?

Individualist!

Libertad Has Shaped The Smallest Particle Of My Mind Every Day Of My Life, In Every Sense Of The Word. I Have Enough Enemies Among Politicians Eager For Repression That The Others Should Leave Me In Peace. I Will Be Alone At Home Pay !

I Continued This Fascinating Foray, Discovering Myself Through An Invented Vocabulary. To Make The Humble Earthly Creatures Feel Guilty, Words Dressing My Being With Perfection Which Gave Me An Infinite Feeling Of Satisfaction And Great Respect.

Introversion !

I Therefore Nourish Myself In The Eyes Of Academicians From The Products Of My Imagination, Disinterested In The Outside World. The Sun Does Not Wait For Me Every Day Behind My Door, Playing With The Menacing Shadows That Always Strike The Same Humanity. Too Often Leaving The Extroverted Wealthy In Peace. These Unreal Images That I Create Cover The Veils Of Paradise, Bringing To Life Those Who Need To Escape For A Little Light In The Long Night That Invades Their Lives.

I Moved Forward Quickly, Panting, Trying To Find My Way. Penetrate Even Deeper Into My Perverted Brain Clouded By These Praises. I Ventured On The Antonyms.

Humble, Modest, Without Pomp, Without Flash, Without Pretension, Simple.