I walked outside, into the streetlight- paint in my mouth and tears in my eyes… I have unlocked the box deep inside my mind… And spoke aloud… “I am free… My mind identified, truly it is rare to come about thee. Creativity, at last…” Outside my vision from the shadows something seemed to speak… “Well well… What do we have here? – Another creative from the depths of an unknown town… Typical…”

“What, do you dare mock me? I am simply saying, I have found the ability to create- a valuable thing indeed yes?” I spoke sure in my tone, I knew it the truth, I knew I was mostly alone- this gift that I had, I hadn’t seen it before- who speaks such lies from the shadows… “Yes yes, I’ve heard your story before-” Echoed a rhaspy voice from behind… and I soon flet his cold gaze upon me when he stepped into the light- revealing his frail old cloaked form, much as a wise sage, with long beard, an empty gaze. “Oh so many times… Yes… it is not as uncommon as you might think, no indeed- it is not rare. For you see, there are many people upon this planet- and they all posess this gift that you tout as your treasure. But indeed it is a fine treasure, only- you know that the value is not within the treasure itself yes?” I squinted at the man as he spouted these words, I trusted him for some reason- despite the cold gaze. There was something about his word that seemed to cut true…

“If all on this earth posess such wealth what truly is that value? If the world falls apart and you have the greatest amount of money, what good will it do you when all disobey the faith required within it. When you have no means of spending it, it does not matter- you are as rich as the next man without anyone putting value in your currency. So too is this creative being you are, a thing owned by so many- but you do use it yes? You have found a way in which your currency is accepted, therein lies the gift- the unique property that you own was not your creativity, your ingenuity, no- none of these trivial things- but rather… your ability to spend it.” It all seemed so clear when he said it, maybe I truly was this spender- the creativity a treasure, a currency in my pocket… But what could I buy, what should I buy? So many questions did arise, but the words kept coming from this man, this man I’m certain is wise! He seemed uninterested almost at this point, almost so hesitant, as if he seen the future for a moment and did not like it, as he turned his shoulder I grabbed him and asked kindly… “Please do continue… I must know more- there surely is more yes?” He seemed startled… Letting out a deep sigh, he began to speak…

“If you were to call what you posess valuable, what you posess must in turn have meaning within thee- not necessarily of another. With that being said, you know at the same time that it couldn’t be that if all seen value it could have none- for if they see the value within it- than you have something of value at least to others. So, we may easily fall into a trap of placing something within the view of others that they may see valuable- which does not truly hold any value, no more than a dollar in the wild without a human to appraise it. This is wherein your perception may have been skewed, you showed the world your creativity- and they valued it, but made the wrong assumption. The value put in it is intrinsically so- it is a richness we all have- that which they value needs another label- this is true, for it is the act of using your creativity that they persue. Something you can teach to them, this unlocking technique, much as a master thief to pupils. So this value through words of unlocking the chest within your mind that does keep you confined, what a word we can place that could bring happier minds a rare delight to find?” It seemed once again he had baffled me with his knowledge, but I found a great flaw inside this for some reason… and a violence grew within me as I began to think his words through… “Lock away my gift?… My creative currency?- But what for?… Just to find a word?… Why should I ruin myself so! Just give it a name and let us be through with this…” I spoke in defeat, as if his words had somehow done something to me. And they had, I did not want it to show but it did… The man cracked a smile at me- and madness seemed to overtake him as chills dashed up my spine.

“Heavens no, never!… It will not be that easy, we can not simply give you the answer, you must find that yourself. We don’t like these questions, have you given up so easily? Unlike the treasures we’ve identified within- you cannot simply ask me. For only if you stare into the abyss that the keyhole did make, can you find the answer you seek… You can try your hardest to visualize that deep black hole in your soul, for months at a time- but with fresh eyes you must see, so a conundrum you find. For you already broke the lock, the code has unwound, so maybe you need to lock it back up to know how it could be… Much as a great thief practices by locking his own food away, so too must you lock creativity… For just a moment, if you seek this answer. You cannot label this with your artist mind, cast it aside at once. And let me in- to see what’s inside… I swear, I won’t take long- I’ll wipe my shoes, I’ll sing a merry song! We’ll all be free if I can label what’s inside thee, and you can spread it to the world with clear purpose- truth unfurled!” He wanted in my head… and a terror reached over me, it clasped my body- and for a moment… I was unable to move- his hand on my head, my vision fading…

“We belong here, you and I… We belong in the depths of your mind…” His voice trailed off and at once I heard a sickening noise, a dagger into flesh- a warmth on my hand… I awoke to a horrid vision of the man bleeding before me… “Oh… That was unkind, oh so truly unkind…” – I did not know what to do… his voice that had once rang true brought madness upon me…

I have so many questions.. but with blood on my hands I must flee now… I know it is wrong, but I must escape somehow, this must all be a dream- please let this be a dream!