My random reasons for the randomness:

Wanna break that thin line between still life and moving works
To gather preconceived ideas that’ll be forgotten
Behind every work, is the most extreme of all feelings
About a tired soul looking for a shore to rest upon
To tell ‘bout how closing your eyes will make you see deeply
By how you can magnify the smallest of how you feel
The slow exchange of breathing you have been doing freely
Despite the connection shared between you and the wall
Most of the times, you get so addicted to the feeling
How refreshing it is to be able to unveil yourself
Up to how it contains the feeling in front of the public
Knowing that you have your work, to share with how you feel
It had always been lifelike but never as this silent
And to connect this dying self with these lived emotions