Don't - Balcony Below

You don't know this place... but I know it well. This is a place deep below, somewhere I would once go in dark times, pondering on suicide, something that happened in my mind quite frequently from the balcony of my apartment. In times my art just wouldn't work from stress or depression sinking in debt and my World falling apart during the bear market. I would go to the balcony to get away from digital distractions and my spouse who I couldn't open up to. On the balcony there was a faint sound of to the neighbour playing his Piano on the afternoons which was only a reminder that without my art I was noting but an observer from the balcony and I was better off at the bottom. I wanted nothing more. The Balcony was frequently windy living on the coast and this one palm tree stood right out front, constantly swaying in a storm that was my life. The blue railing ontop of the piano is the real railing I frequently leaned on, the railing I often pondered on leaping over. The piano's neon light plays a visual morse code on repeat "Don't", although I frequently fantasized of my death something deep down, faint flickered amongst the chaos like a last glimpse of hope before a mistake. This is an integral part of my cryptoart journey and history as an artist. Without this moment I would not be here.