The Last Thoughts of a Busy Mind

Rage has a key to open up those far recesses in one's brain; designed to keep the most private of thoughts away. With anger, words are spoken that come through without any filter, good or bad. With anger, one might feel relieved of carrying a burden that weighed heavily on one's shoulder; but what to do when the anger dissipates? How to live with the aftermath of anger, as if nothing has happened?...

The shallowness of admitting that you need to be loved, plagues the brain of many writers and those who want to consider themselves enlightened. "Humankind is born to be alone, and thus it shall remain alone" is a mantra that for many is the basis of their judgement of their wants. But as shallow as it may appear, the desire to be loved and to be wanted is not unheard of. Some do want that someone...

To write is to create, and what is creation if not seen through the eye of some beholder? To have an audience, to have someone who will look upon the words you put upon a blank page and to have someone to appreciate them is a true gift. A gift that can bring a smile to the lips of an artist, no matter the creed or the era or the age. You can be someone who has put pen to paper for the first time,...

Any human of any age needs to come face to face with the horrifying truth that the art they love is not their own. They need to see as the owner of that piece of art destroy it, or celebrate it. To see it being torn shred by shred, in front of the masses that cheer the executioner and congratulate him on a job well done can bring anyone to the verge of tears. Such is the tale of a little animated...

"Look onto my work, ye mighty, and despair!" is not just a cry for destruction. It's a will and a want. It's when a human being works hard to leave anything behind. A piece of literature, a drawing, a poem, a musical composition, or even a short movie. Sand is the title for a project that is barely alive as of yet, and may as well change its name before it becomes a fully fledged baby. Sand is her...

To be popular, to be wanted; is it truly a shallow construct of the fragile human mind? Always looking for validation, always looking for someone to need them, what does it mean to be popular? Or how can one be popular? It's time to let go of the lies, and the outward appearance of not caring for words of praise from others. What does it mean to truly be unpopular, lonely, and always discarded yet...

The urge to have an offspring, to bring someone in the world who you can truly love unconditionally and maybe have someone to love you for who you are. All pretty dreams, but is there something underneath it? Those are the questions that rise when one is faced to a text-based game called "The Parenting Simulator", and has to revisit their idea of parenting; both the pleasant sides and unpleasant s...

Every story, regardless of good or bad, needs a beginning. There needs to be a point where everything starts, and there needs to be a point where you can look back on. Though this is not going to be the best of stories, it still needs a beginning.

One man's quest to talk, in any shape or form. There's not much consistency other than the man itself, and the subjects can vary from anything to nothing.