Dilettante

There are memories

trapped in every line of this story.

Oh, sweet dilettante -

every word second-guessed.

And the beauty in evolution, in love.

I breathe - the damage is done.

They don't understand the intensity

hiding in the lyrics of my thoughts.

I'm sorry.

My life isn't all sunshine and rainbows.

Can you feel it yet?

Anger and tears waiting to erupt after years of dormancy.

That's me.

My writing is an aesthetic molded in storms and fire.

Yes. I surrender in the waters of happiness.

Cherishing every ounce of laughter.

Collecting smiles in a jar.

Oh, sweet dilettante -

there is time to learn.