What is creating something? I’ve asked that to myself, struggling to finish reading a book on the day I set, while someone beside me quite languidly carried on pencil sketching as the sun went down.
No one can ever truly mar Beautiful things Place words and Attempt peer pressures They can go out of style Be judged out of their merit Kept enclosed or In dark days fade from mind But like sands and
For all the work I’ve done, sometimes you have to come back immediately. It could be an email, or something annoying me in bed before sleep. I’ve needed to make necessary edits to letters, my website,
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