That-Random-Paul

It pains me to say the I indeed am not very artistically inclined. I dwell within the confined logical constraints of my left brain deafeningly ignoring the other half. I keep it at bay, consciously rejecting and avoiding any art form my dull and ordered life had offered me. I stuck to mathematics and sciences in which I excel at, shunning any thought of becoming any sort of artist. I felt ignorant. I felt as though my life had indeed been missing something. Something that had been locked up by the demons of the shadows. Something that shines bright at the very hint of light, but deprived of. It was as if I had stowed something away. Or that