Holes
Emptiness. It is an aching feeling. Being trapped in oneself. The world is passing by, and everything that seemed like opportunity now seems restricted. The world seems to be getting tighter, but really, everyone’s just telling me I am. Wound up. Up-tight. Is there a cure? Have I always been like this? How can I save me from myself?
Find an avenue. Us being designed as a creation have the ability to create. So then is it my lack of creation that is sinking me down? It must be. I have stopped believing and have become self-consumed. I must start.
Mistakes. I think there is a fear in me of these minor bumps. Small pock marks. Little holes that one can only see if they examine the specimen from up-close. But really, aren’t they just enhancers? If artwork, creation, and desire didn’t have these tiny craters, then it would be unoriginal. So with this, mistakes are the redeemer of being cliché. The more you have, the more original you are.
Find an avenue. Us being designed as a creation have the ability to create. So then is it my lack of creation that is sinking me down? It must be. I have stopped believing and have become self-consumed. I must start.
Mistakes. I think there is a fear in me of these minor bumps. Small pock marks. Little holes that one can only see if they examine the specimen from up-close. But really, aren’t they just enhancers? If artwork, creation, and desire didn’t have these tiny craters, then it would be unoriginal. So with this, mistakes are the redeemer of being cliché. The more you have, the more original you are.