agentofoblivion

Like a flickering candle and moments later an inferno, so often I go unnoticed and other times I cannot seem to hide. Well lately all I have done is hide, and in my hiding I have found something I forgot about: inspiration.

So the last few days have had me priming and desecrating canvas, working on my unfinished short stories, and talking to faces from the past. Its like having a dream about something you had long forgotten, and upon waking you become obsessed with it.

That forgotten dream is me, and that obsession is going to consume me and make me stronger, or impale me on my own arrogance.

Welcome to my Darkness.

Agent Ben