SUNRISE OF THE BUTTERFLIES

ONCE UPON A TIME

Maybe I'll try harder next time.

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I remember there was a time where I did everything I could. There was no limit, no self-preservation, nothing to stop me from doing whatever I wanted.

It was mania.

Paintings were abstract, simply splatters of paint, music was bland, everything had become numbed, devoid of coloration and full of grey. The blunt artistry of the world turned to ashes, leaving it up to me to bring it back.

In those moments, I could do anything. Paint smeared against the canvas, creating pictures of lands that only existed in my mind. Fingers drummed to a beat that was so distant and vague, yet so very loud.

I was hungrier than I had ever been, not for food, but for more. I just wanted to stay on this high, this wave of productivity, the colorful imagery burning into my mind.

Then one day, it simply stopped.

Everything went dead once more. This time, there was nothing I could do.

Not like I would do anything, anyways.

[s.] remembering times of when things got done.