Title: The *Human*
Medium: Water colours & Artline 0.4

I remember doing this after I came out of BAU where I had stayed for one and a half months. I remember having drawn 'The Monster' in BAU and being questioned constantly by nurses about the symbolism and meaning behind everything I did. I remember the patients and how dark the whole place seemed to become at night, like demons leaking from the corners and sucking the hue from the walls and our souls. Teeth sinking deeper into our already dead minds and drawing out cold blood to spit on our pride. I've never felt so disconnected from society as I did in that months but I never felt so understood by the other patients. 

.humans hurt.