I can't exactly pinpoint this desire, but I wish to paint, to create again. Perhaps my newly found freedom has ignited this originality deep within myself that is all but almost forgotten. I do so yearn to be myself, to live as myself in a life that I've only dreamed of, and to carry with me all that I found passion in throughout this strange, interesting existence. My loves are all but eradicated, and now I find myself desperate to nurture their wounded remains back to the health that brought me MY health, so that I may for once and for all be a complete being.
I wish for this, but why?
It's already coming true, and the best is to follow..