Guessing games  

Missing moments and forgotten wishes
I could feel you, once…
It’s been too long, and I’m still so mundane
There is no still portrait; there are no psychedelic paintings, no rough drawings, no crisp digital masterpieces, and no passionate words of wisdom here.
I have no dark side, no easygoing side, and no technical side to share.
I felt as though I could be genuine, as though that was the creativity
I was mistaken, and found a soft resentment and a vague sense of stagnation.
I don’t know if everyone goes through that, this is the first time I’ve cared enough about something to feel this way.
It doesn’t matter
Not right now
I can’t handle it
I’m frightened, and I don’t honestly know why but I’m scared
I never imagined I could be this vulnerable
I love it