I Swear

Extremely depressed by the people who come and go. Saddened by the inability of human beings to simply love— and not out of self motivation or fear.

Depressed that honesty is absent. Genuine camaraderie. That somehow love, vulnerability, and integrity are a lost art and at the end of the day it might just be a lie.

I don’t create out of obligation or to cope. I create because art is the only thing that hasn’t betrayed me.

Photo | 2026 | Canon