Off Course

May 4, 1998


My creativity has once again disappeared leaving me suffocated with the need to express and irritated by lack of inspiration. It is much too easy to let a month or a year pass without even blinking an eye. Youth is gaining a background and with enough memories to publish a book, I have accomplished very little and goals are evidently just something to humor me. As highly as I speak, I realize that I have no direction, or experience, or wisdom. My theories are contradicting, my mind is slow, and my claim to a newfound existence proved to be false.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist