My Confessions to the Clouds
Sometimes I believe that creativity can just be a fleeting thought.
The idea is that I am starting to feel suffocated by my own thoughts. My mind has begun to conjure up suppressants to hold at bay these feeling which consume me. How can I be plagued by the decisions I chose for myself …? I don’t understand why anyone would utter that freewill could ever be a privilege when it feels like the most daunting curse.