When I decided to stop creating, my mind never truly stopped.

Everything became blurred. I could no longer tell the difference between reality and the endless noise inside my head.

The only thing I wanted was to pour it all onto my digital canvas.

Every brushstroke became an attempt to release what I couldn't put into words. Every color carried an emotion I had been silently holding onto.

I was haunted by my own thoughts.

"Why did everything have to end up like this?" I kept asking myself.

Eventually, I realized that chaos wasn't something I was meant to escape.

It had become a part of me—and perhaps, it always will be.

Hollagas, 2026 | 2000x2500 GIF | xJournal