How to best unleash one’s pent-up creativity over many years? I don’t even know where to begin, and whether I am capable of such. Seeking an outlet but now quite finding the one that can unleash hell on this world. Is this just wishful thinking, procrastination, or a sign of something deeper, buried over the years by forced suppression. Do I really not have any talent at all, or is it just my own self-doubt speaking on my behalf. Am I fine or a complete mess?

Everyone is well and truly alone, companionships are a measure to ease the feeling of loneliness, conversations are a tool to douse the raging flames of confusion and misunderstanding. Maybe it just is what it is, be it difficult to accept. Just random thoughts finding their way to this thread from the chemical mess that is my brain.

Hope y’all okay tho.