Thoughts Inside the Mind of a Genius.
There's a sickening feeling of being surrounded by darkness. What feels like an everlasting doom consuming your peripherals.
You're trapped, maybe not physically, but mentally, or both. If, one stands in place, that place becomes your home. A home that echoes into the voids of your mind driving you insane.
The creative process of Paint was unlike anything I’d ever done. Hert dropped in February of 2020 and the next month the whole world stopped. All the hype that I was riding to catapult me into stardom seemed to have been unplugged. I felt like everything had gone to waste, all that effort and sacrifice, just for the entire world to change instantly. I predicted a lot of the things that would eventually come of the world in my book but I never imagined that it would arrive so soon. The year 2084 seemed far enough to not have to deal with the repercussions of my predictions.
I write this, 12:28am… a few drinks in. Guess who’s back? Back again. My second book drops tomorrow. What a journey it has been since my first. The world is vastly different. I am vastly different. Hert changed my life in ways that I never would’ve imagined.
