I remember
telling myself
that it's okay to write,
to not be afraid of drawing,
to draw every day, even,
that it's important to draw.
I remember
when caring was
the most important thing
I could think of,
when loving was
the greatest feeling in the world,
and when the pain
of love lost
was an honor-
a victory, even.
For loving the most.
I remember
lacking inhibition,
striding into art
and care and love
as if nothing was easier-
I think the secret to it
was knowing
I was good at drawing
and caring
and loving.
I remember
telling myself
to never forget that.
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