i worry i will run out of things to write about
run out of emotions or events
a friend asked me about it
i never thought about it
just cocky shit just here all about it
truth is- i see the art everywhere i go
a color in a store a shirt passing by a couple holding hands
a day ago a year ago-
my favorite, i will write about the same event in different ways
different metaphors different emotions
like a camera at a new angel
always capturing myself
a still in time
Saint's Muse 