Beyond the Carousel
Echoing through Ink and the Void
Why don’t you bleed on paper?
No doubt, a paper cut could do the trick, but erythrocytes and plasma soaking the white threads are not exactly what I had in mind. Not really. Why don’t you ever bleed on paper? Pouring your soul out, expanding what you are — your essence?
Why don’t you bleed through the notes of music?
It could drain you of tears and emotion, and wash away the week. Leave your earthly worries behind and bleed into the mesmerising melody. Wrap yourself in comforting tunes and hum to the symphony of your Life.
Why don’t you dance to it, too?
If composition is not your thing, maybe you can abandon yourself through movement. Spinning and turning, one step at a time — you move faster than the wind and leave all the worries behind.
Why don’t you slash through the canvas?
Paint your worries, the pain and despair? Make it as dark or as light as you like, or invert your emotions to seek comfort and convince yourself otherwise. It’s not sadness, not grief — it’s a brighter side of your life.
Why don’t you ever seek shelter in nature?
You could drown yourself in the embrace of the fresh winter breeze and soak in the pines as feet take you through unknown trails. Why don’t you speak to the blue sky and send your worries — never-ending as they are — far into the Void? Hoping it will swallow them whole. Or just breathing in a fresh air of relief. The Void can help too, you know.
Why do we spin like the carousel that we are — that life is? Not content, not happy, but never-ending. There are different carousels out there and we can run our own luna park. But it seems even though the wheel is still spinning, the hamster may be long dead.
Don’t be the hamster. Don’t be dead.
Bleed on paper and through the echoes of music. Laugh as you dance and be angry as you paint. Let go of your worries as you allow nature to embrace you.
Live.
My scribbles dive into a variety of topics. The thread of thought can be unpredictable — inspired by places, people, experiences or the occasional earworm on the playlist…
I often weave my cloth of writing unsure where the threads will lead — or if the final tapestry will hold.
Yet whether I scribble fantasy or horror, highly opinionated or research-driven pieces, I hope it leaves you with something to ponder: makes you feel better (or worse?..), strikes an inner monologue (hopefully, voiced out in the comments!) or simply gives you something to chew on, inspiring to keep the creative ball rolling.
Thank you for reading!
