I stopped writing.
I stopped painting
I stopped sculpting
I stopped playing music
I forgot the way clay smelled
I forgot the way I loved words
I forgot the way a paintbrush felt in my hand
I forgot the way black and white felt under my fingers
I began working jobs I hated
I began believing life was hard
I began thinking I never had time
I began thinking money meant more than happiness
I must be reignited.
I forgot the way black and white felt under my fingers
I began working jobs I hated
I began believing life was hard
I began thinking I never had time
I began thinking money meant more than happiness
I must be reignited.