When I decided to stop creating, my mind never truly stopped. Everything became blurred. I could no longer tell the difference between reality and the endless noise inside my head. The only thing I wanted was to pour it all onto my digital canvas. Every brushstroke became an attempt to release what I couldn't put into words. Every color carried an emotion I had been silently holding onto. I was haunted by my own thoughts. "Why did everything have to end up like this?" I kept asking myself. Eventually, I realized that chaos wasn't something I was meant to escape. It had become a part of me—and perhaps, it always will be. Hollagas, 2026 | 2000x2500 GIF | xJournal