In The End.

Schadenfreude was the word to describe joy for me.

But is it really pain I enjoy watching?

It is because they are the one to suffer and not me?

Its a terrible habit but yet it is a guilty pleasure.

Pain and destruction shouldn't result in a healty happiness.

Speaking of destruction, what about creation?

Perhaps art is another source of uplifting happiness.

I painted what came into mind.

In the end, I felt a sudden warmth.

Paint more and perhaps it will led to a better behavior.

Drawing in station, my body feels as if it was floating.

My mind lost control and what is left inside is emotion and spirit.


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