The moon and the light

I will let you imagine what is going on

What do you believe you are seeing or feeling in a literal sense from?

My confusion, my focus. my question

This was, more for me, something spiritual and imaginary to think. It was a thought to me. It is more of me being myself. I like being myself when I can. Sometimes I do get scared of what I create... I think of art as an outlet. I like art, my spiritual sense, and my dark sense because of what... How should I put it? The picture is me. It is me in that fantasy world of a comic. I feel like this is me.
What do I mean in a confusion?

I see myself in an altered state, a fighter state, someone willing to do damage. And someone who is also fighting something hoping that some will relate to it. If you had a life reflecting some type of darkness and you felt push to your limit, what would you in that point? What is your distress call? What is your meaning for your purpose at that point? When fight or flight kicks in and makes it depressing or a nightmare?

And then you think, can I turn that around to the bright light? Can a wrong be turned into a light?

My take on reality

Interesting thing, in the  nightmare of the sweats in reality. Constantly on medication and looking at TV, filling out medical forms or being independent. It is one of those things that will eventually make you mad, and then you think of the reality of interacting with people. Listening to people, hearing them talk and hearing them go on and on? It is a bit tiring. It is one of those moments where the happiness comes out every so much, however in the depression of wounds and no one listening to you, who would? Who would believe the sanity in your mind and you think of the insanity.... Insanity, horror, gore and fear, ever taking a grip on you. Yet, you still smile, cry, and get back up.

What I thought I would write and now what I am writing

For this picture, I guess I can say in a sense, this is how I feel. I feel not to light, but not too heavy from what I deal with. I find the idea of art interesting, Art interesting... Yet thinking about reality, and also thinking about fantasy. Sorry, I do not know where I am going with this. I guess you can say I been out of it or not out of it.

When your knocked out of it, it is like, what to write?

I will start with the picture. It is a altered vision of me. And it is me as what people or what I believe I am  A angel. However, what kind of angel?