I wish I believed in God. The life I wish for, I see through glass, tinted with rose petals. The thought of truly believing an omniscient being, guiding humanity, guiding… me, paints a luxurious painting of relief. Questions that pick at the scabs in my mind would perhaps be answered, or at least, be sated.…
I can feel the energy in my body pulsating, vibrating, pushing me forward to do something, anything… fulfilling. My excitement for creation, to pull words into threads and weave them into something. The way I yearn for the ideas in my mind to form into drawings, prose, or pictures, it’s addicting. And yet, I cannot…
My nights cradle the fears creeping in from the deepest voids of my mind. I often get lost, walking along dark roads and endless pathways that lead to my most forgotten memories. The journals I had scrawled seemingly useless thoughts in, make me relive memories that I had long lost to the numbness I abused…
Lucien's Lil Nook 