Journal Blog - I am to pretend to have found myself standing on a bridge, looking down into the swift moving water below. My hands are tied behind my back, with wrists bound with a cord, and a rope gripped tight around my neck. What would be going through my mind?
As I impatiently wait for my thoughts to reach its final decision, I'd repetitively focus my mind searching for the memories and dreams that would usually make my strive for that envied future that kept me going for so long. I'd peer off over the edge in silent serenity, the motion of the water reminding myself of all the intentions I long sought to complete despite the real world lecturing me of my very existence. A life endured by constant questioning and empty answers finally reaching its closure. A lifetime of thoughts which ultimately drives a young man into utter madness itself. Always, I held on to that one dream despite all odds; that simple dream of living. A dream of creation and inspiration. Yes, I dreamed to simply create worlds that inspire my own world. After all, the greatest of artists paint their world from the sincerity of their own bleeding heart.
