structure

i sit here and wonder what the hell i am supposed to do with all these building materials. i bang my head on a brick until i begin to bleed. a pool of blood gathers as i see my reflection in it while being hit with an answer like a hammer to my skull. a reflection of myself is an expression of itself in my work that is this pool of blood before me. my life has never had any structure to it yet my art is overflowing with it. if only i could live in my world of color and amazement without reality i could truly be happy swimming in this pool of blood.