Welcome to the exhibition.

Mother, father,
I can't really find.
It is just so useless,
I am colorblind.

Fearless, thoughtful,
I step on those knives,
I dreamed of eternity.
Of all drowning lives.

I vomit, I fight,
Feel dreadful; this might
Is nothing for me.
It's for foreign sight.

Don't care for my words?
Unspoken and closed.
My heart, I just keep
Those ships there, exposed.