My best work has yet to be written
And perhaps never will be.
Everyday, my art gets corrupted
by the mediocrity of my own mind and thoughts.
I will be the death of me,
such as Icarus was of himself.
My magnum opus forever imprisoned
in the back chambers of my soul
where that prima materia of mine lays
untouched.
About the Creator
The problem with being a nice person
Who would have thought that being a nice person could be problematic. The majority of people would tell you that’s what they want to be or at least want those around them to be, but as it turns out, what we want and what we say we want are worlds apart. I won't stress or ramble on about how I would like things to be, but I’ll just analyze why this is, I am not sure either if a solution is even possible.
By real Jemaabout 12 hours ago in Confessions
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