During the first few months in my new city, I once said that the darkest thoughts come during the quiet moments of my life, which is why I always try to surround myself with noise.
It explains my impatience. Why I get so antsy when things stay the same, when nothing happens. Why I can't just sit down and truly give myself a break.
Escaping into a world of fantasy is easy. To get lost in one's art can create a feeling of euphoria. Of purpose. But what happens when a project is finished? What happens when you get back in to real life?
That's what I wanted to figure out. When I lived back home it seemed that art was an excuse to run away. When I came back, so did the thrill. At least for a while.
But there was always that part of me that just wanted to stop running, and face the inner demons so set on consuming whatever it was that kept me going in life. I wanted to explore that light that came out after hitting rock bottom. Even if it meant going through the darkness.
I don't know exactly how I'm going to do it, but the important thing is I've been given a second chance to figure it out.
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