Artwork and Story by Ayesha DeRaville
VOLUME 2, 3 AND UPCOMING VOLUME 4 OF SPACE ALIENS, BAD MOTHERS AND GUNS!
One day you wake and you look around you and you realize that this is not where you want to be. It’s not an “anywhere but here” type scenario, but more of “I know I don’t want to be here. I know where I want to be and it’s not here”. How did I get here? Why have I not tried all of these years to leave? What was I waiting for? Who am I waiting for? Why do I listen to others when there is that little voice inside of me that I tend to ignore, which gets me into trouble when that happens. Fight it. Don’t ignore it. Why have I not listened, but rather ignored my guts. Trying to please everyone and be a part of something that doesn’t even acknowledge ME. It only acknowledges what I can do. It acknowledges benefits. There is no sense of community. There is no such thing as friends in such a sensory overloaded, senses deprived environment. Vacations are temporary runaways from reality. Hiding. My current role as a cog is slowly deteriorating. Soon no other cog will be able to latch on to me to make the machine work, because I am spent. I must leave this place before this happens. I must search for who I am and what it is that I want, and maybe, just maybe I will be introduced to what it is to live life.