you know who i'm envious of?
those who make capturing emotions seem deceptively simple.
whether in a telling piece of literature,
a reel of film,
in a picture,
in a music score.
i wish to tell stories.
but words fail me,
my artistic eye lost,
cinematography skills non-existent,
stubby hands on an aged piano.
such is the life of one with forgotten, locked- away talents.
(because everyone is gifted)
the deluge of posts because weekends are the only time i allow myself to think.
on weekdays, 'life' just gets in the way.
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