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28 June 2007 @ 06:21 pm
Reflections on A Rain Stricken Street While People More Talented Than Me Read  

I can’t draw

But I still have a sketchbook and pencils.

Because the desire’s there, if not the talent.

I can’t write, but I still have a journal, a pen, and some words.

Because the desire’s there, if not the talent.

These things preserve my humanity

Reminds me why I work

Go to school

Why I endure the shit I endure

To get those small increments of bliss

Without these things –

Why? Why Continue?

If it’s not for these things

I cannot love

But I still have

Heart, soul, an touch anyway.

Because the desire is there,

If not the talent.