"You're the creation,
You're the reason,
You're the rising sun,
And the colours in my mind."
"Creation" - The Pierces
I like to say we all have an untamable and violent beast inside us, it kicks us and crashes us until we let it have its freedom, and we can only set it free for a little while, whether its in a drawing, in a song, or in a writing. It's the desperate need for self-expression.
It's only when we let that vicious monster out of us, that we feel that we are building ourselves, that we are getting to count somehow, leaving a mark, a proof that we've been there. When something horrid and morbidly amorphous has come from the most obscure spot of our being and has reached an audience in the shape of a beautiful creation.
And it's that terrible reflection of us, left for ourselves to see in everything we do, that makes us somehow. We see this when we realise the character we created for a story is just a slightly modified version of what we could never avoid being, when we become words or lines on a paper drawn by an illusory and unreal creation of our imagination, then, is when we're created.
We're never truly born until we're made, and only our imagination can make us.
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