As I sit at my desk, I take a deep breath and gather my thoughts. Complete silence is hindered by the weather outside. This storm continues to flourish. I can hear every rain drop as it falls on the rooftop. I can feel the breeze as it flows through my open window. The heater is broken, and my blanket is moist. I could just grab another blanket and close the window, but I like the cold. It reminds me that I can feel; feel something, anything. Is it strength? Or is it the fear of weakness? Numbness invades my heart, as I filter out those who could possibly, one day, put a dent in my soul.
So as I continue to sit still in this empty house, I ponder through my thoughts. Then, with one touch I begin to create imagery through my fingertips. With a pencil in hand, my empowerment arises. The surrounding storm no longer exists as the new sound of my pencil dragging across a blank sheet of paper brings me to another world. A world where only I fit in; A world that I can control. In this world, I am no longer obligated to worry about you, nor her. I don’t have to worry about work or school. All the stresses of life fade away, and for once, it’s just me, and an empty house.
