The boy was standing there, drawing wavy lines he imagined as aliens and pick-up trucks. Drawing the car properly must start with two circles. It was difficult but still enjoyable. Just played Digimon games… such cool characters. I want to be able to draw like this one day. I want to try my very best to replicate these characters. After trying for a while, I succeeded, though not perfect… It was fun to draw.

That was a long time ago and he almost forgot what it feels like.

It’s time to go home. His eyes were looking through the side window from the driver’s seat. Each electric pole went by like a silhouette. It was silent but the beautiful sky was filled with different shapes of clouds. He imagined what the clouds could have shaped like, and maybe it would help him kill some time. 

My beginning started with a deep despair at the bottom of my consciousness. It felt like I was drowning deeper and deeper into the endless abyss, so dark that any light could not penetrate through. I was desperate to find a way out of this misery that was consuming me from the inside out. 

“What am I doing here?”  The eyes looked through the side window again and there was still no sign of the blue sky. 

The only light I saw at the end of the tunnel was the picture of that boy, the boy who drew those Digimons. I unleash my imagination and start drawing again with a different perspective, just like when we were looking at the sky, letting the mind free to imagine along with the floating clouds. I carefully guarded this creative outlet and amassed these happy experiences into my mental piggy bank. This was what has been healing me from the inside and slowly made my misery go away.