It stirs my soul from its stagnancy, it sets my mind on overdrive, puts my heart ablaze with emotions, and it has the capability to bring me down with such weight and anguish.

I don’t have enough words to describe to you what it is and painting it is next to impossible.

The best I can do is to try and paint it with my words. It is a formless thing but most of the time it has the ability to take on the form of everything all at once, then there were occasions when it became nothing. For the most part, I’ve seen it do both at the same time.

It wakes me up in the morning; making noise as it drifts across the foot of my bed. I find myself at a loss in trying to describe the noise this thing made. Saying that the noise it made was the sound of the universe is the closest thing to getting it right. As soon as it knew that I was awake, it would wander over my eyes, allowing this trail of smoke to seep under my eyelids and crawl into my ears. At this very moment, I knew everything.

Everything made sense in the world and the secrets of the universe were mine.

A gasp would escape my lips and this knowledge would disappear. Once again, I would find myself ignorant.

This thing would coax me into getting up. It offered me food, water, a trip to school. All of them, of course, came with the right price.

It never left my side, and for the entire day, its gifts never stopped. It gave me chances and opportunities; it gave me mistakes and dilemmas. I had the choice to accept them all or to decline them, but there were things that I can’t turn away.

It was always up to me if I were to do something with those gifts. I try to do the right thing as it watched over my shoulder. If I chose right, it would grant me more things… maybe a soft kiss, the warmth of a loved one. If I chose wrong then… oh the hurt that would follow.

By the end of the day it drifted about in the darkness of my room. Waiting for me to go to sleep, it would sing soft lullabies that I’ve forgotten long ago. It let itself wander into my mind and free the memories that I longed to remember. It weaved dreams from my subconscious and let them play out as I entered sleep.

I never really know if it would be there to wake me in the following day.

But I always look forward to this and the unknown that it was willing to offer.