Something

Something in my world is not right.

Something wants to get off under the tyrannical thumb of my entirety. Sounds jaded, yes, but even skin deep, something dominates the little something’s in me. Sort of a government inside the body I govern. It’s like I have these substandard properties within my core trying to push against the gigantic waves of the superiors. To give you a less delusional example, my writing skill.

My writing skill is being bullied by my drawing skill and I am severely tormented because it grounds me to writer’s block. And once upon a time, my writing skill has been the chairperson in my talent department. But now, it is barely the P.A.. Second to my artistry is my talent to chain-smoke despite my inveterate asthma. At the moment, Art is the new dynasty inside my head. It conquers my whole writing phase, took over the domain and is now sitting on the throne, even pushing me around every so often. And there are those times when I am all ardent to roll on my tummy and drown myself in a good book but at the middle of my bookscapade, a persistent rush to grab my pen and doodle disrupts it all. Well, sabotage, in a good way but my writing skill’s getting jealous and I’m afraid it may leave me!

Something’s controlling me. And at this moment I so desperately want to put into words the things that clog the gutter of my acumen but the urge to draw it all down instead is unwavering. Overpowering me. Something is governing me.

Shit. Wait. I have to draw.

See??

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