It has been a while
Since I’ve done this
Since I felt this
It has been a while
Art is so fleeting
Yet, never ceasing
It evolves
And yet always calls
How can I loose touch?
With something I love so much
How can I call myself creative
When I’m rarely inventive
I wish I remembered what I wanted to say
I wish I could remember how to play
I wish I wasn’t so stuck
Stressed and without luck
how do I do this again
Where is my favorite pen
I feel lost
what a high cost
It has been a while
About the Creator
Abby Griffith
Abby is a screenwriter and a poet who is inspired by love and loss. She lives in sunny California and spends her time developing new ideas, creating film, and hopping from one coffee shop to the next.
IG: @abigail.ann
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