Creation

I sit. Calm, collected on the blank canvas that is my life. My hands vibrate with a near adible frequency. I need to create. I need to feel that sense of completion as something you have built stands tall. My hands scream for freedom when forced to do monotonous, repetive busy work. But my dilema belongs not to my abilities as much to my interests. I don't want to build a a tower that all can see. I don't want to create a work of art that pulls breath from it's viewers. No, I want to build an empire. Not one creation, but millions, and no two the same.