And my heart breaks.
Tonight, I found out that I have lost my soul.
My acting does not deserve an encore any longer. It does not hold the power to inspire awe. It does not hold the power to push people's hearts.
My words are gone. I no longer write verses of beauty or magical pieces of prose. My literature has abandoned me.
My music has gone silent. I have stopped playing. My notes and tabs are foreign to me now. I no longer can play passion or sadness... not even silence.
And lastly, my art too has ran out of color. My dolphin looks like a bird. I cannot draw an outline of a dog. I think I'm back to drawing stick people.
I was good at something.
Now, I am not doing well. Not in anything.
My acting does not deserve an encore any longer. It does not hold the power to inspire awe. It does not hold the power to push people's hearts.
My words are gone. I no longer write verses of beauty or magical pieces of prose. My literature has abandoned me.
My music has gone silent. I have stopped playing. My notes and tabs are foreign to me now. I no longer can play passion or sadness... not even silence.
And lastly, my art too has ran out of color. My dolphin looks like a bird. I cannot draw an outline of a dog. I think I'm back to drawing stick people.
I was good at something.
Now, I am not doing well. Not in anything.