Most of the time I spend wishing for the ability to draw. To create powerful images with the stroke of my hand. To be able to bring tears to someone's eyes because they are hit strongly with the image that I created. I go to galleries, and I envy the artist. I envy their ability to create beauty. All I do is write, and although writing can be powerful, it could never surface the same emotions that a painting can. I know this and I accept this. But sometimes all I really long for is for someone to be moved by what I have to say, like I am moved when I see art.
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