Prelude:
Do not be alarmed.
This is only an emotional accident in violet.
I am mostly nervous pigment pretending to be profound.
The snout trembles. The soul takes notes.

Anxiety as Art Movement

Fear smells faintly of crayons and yesterday’s rain.
It scribbles first, thinks later.
Every line says ja, every color says nein.
They overlap until both become vielleicht.
Ich bin Schwein und Zweifel,
geboren zwischen Pflicht und Poesie.

Pigment Panic Manual

If the purple grows too loud, breathe.
If the orange starts whispering, answer politely.
The brown corner is safe, mostly.
Repeat after me:
Alles ist Bedeutungslos, und das ist bedeutend.
Your heart is just a metronome
keeping time for chaos.

Oink of Existentialism

Oink means nothing.
Therefore, it means everything.
I draw myself to remember that I exist,
then erase a bit to test the theory.
The paper sighs in German:
Ach so, wieder du.

Schlussakkord: Angst als Farbe

I am not tragic, only saturated.
My shadow hums Brecht, my highlight prays to irony.
The crayons are tired,
but they continue the ritual.
DADA nods, unsentimental.
We call it despair.
We color it beautifully.