A Little Intro into my brain.

A sinister whistle covers the night sky, dazzling the world with dark notes and darker moods. A burdened heart, pulsing steadily; working out all the kinks and cogs that make it function. Iron and flesh, pounded and meshed together in a messy torrent of anguish, pain flooding every vein, gradually dyed in a murky brown. Her eyes open, hollow but brimming full of sinister, maniacal energy. An empty desire and longing thirst. A crunching, followed by a raspy gurgling sound echoes down her throat as her soul is slowly ripped apart by thin, cracked fingers which calmly re-form the life. The surgery unfolds, her smile grows sharply, opens widely revealing sharp teeth. A mouth to feed and devour.

As you can see and as I can quote, "Satan's Child," is what a close friend of mine jokingly called me when I showed him this little art piece I somehow created in an hour. Have you ever felt a compulsion to do something? This was my moment, except what makes this more bewildering is this horrific nightmare was made without any thought or reference to refer to.

I drowned out my thoughts with music, I picked up the pen and stared intently at the blank sheet of paper. The only thing on my mind that I let pass was the need to do some random guidelines, to control my eager hand. The lines that began to dye the page in black seemed to take the form of an animal; a cartoonish owl. Stroke after stroke, the shape seemed to take a more concrete form after that one thought. Then my hand impatient with me, set off energetically, like it had ingested a vending machine's load of energy drinks. Fast-forward an hour, and I felt like I was done, and as you can see above, I am happily sharing this alongside my first piece of writing that I have completed in years too (not including poetry).

Honestly, I am not sure how to explain what this is; maybe my subconscious thoughts that I have somehow transformed into a being. Then we move onto other questions such as my desire to suddenly draw, whether this is a psychological issue, or simply, "am I fine?" to which I can honestly answer is yes. I have a stable job, I live independently and I am wholly satisfied with how my life is. I have a close friend group of over 13 years that are still tightly together and talking on an almost daily basis. My family situation is also comfortable, and I get along with my mother as, of course between a mother and child, and as friends. I don't feel the need to hide myself as a person and I can confidently and eagerly look forward to new experiences and making new connections.

So with this whole writing thing on Vocal, I am just wondering, but when do I stop? I have introduced myself, given some information on my present being and shown my beautiful art piece (which I honestly find extremely appealing to look at). I feel like I could keep waffling on, but this first piece personally feels like it needs to be short, sweet and a nice introduction to whether you enjoy reading my writing or not.

As for what I would like to write in the future, it could be a combination of short stories (perhaps unfinished to garner the opinion and thoughts of future readers), poetry or just stories on my own experiences. As for now, thank you for reading and I hope you found this interesting.

Stay safe during covid, and happy mentally.