Do you ever just feel like you need to scream? Scream because the words echoing in your head, begging to be put to paper, are just a little too overwhelming? Scream because there are people walking through your brain, and they want their stories to be told but the only way they can be heard is if you first introduce them to reality? Scream because the clock is ticking just a little too fast for you to keep up? Scream because the train called 'life' has already left the station and you're left standing on the platform, with papers and pens spilling out of your arms onto the concrete? Scream because the masterpiece in your head looks like a child's finger painting when you try to let the words flow free.
Scream because the truth is, ink doesn't look anything like paint.
