So jealous of your art.
Your fashion and style.
Beautiful people are everywhere.
I want to join you.
Created for expression, but I’m only good at watching.
So, watch I will and learn how to report what I’ve seen.
What I’ve learned.
What I’ve lost.
What I’ve dreamed.
These are all offerings,
of moments that only exist in our hearts now.
They can never happen again.
There is only today.
So throw open the windows and draw in deep.
The day the Lord has made is yours and free for the taking.
Take it and run like hell.
Like hell is chasing you down and grabbing for your clothes.
Just behind you, with the proof of your failure in its clutches.
Talons of doubts swiping at your back.
This will be the chapter of persistence.
And the art it will inspire will be worth the pain.