I am envious of those who can just,
pick up a pencil and sketch or draw a picture,
or someone who can pick up a pen and words flow,
onto a paper. Someone who can convey what they want
...with just a few strokes, a few lines.
Who wouldn’t be envious when they see the finished product?
Words to convey emotions, a scenario, or even a memory
... or a picture to convey a thousand words. Who,
Question what goes on to get that piece to where it is.
Do anyone look at the crumpled paper of uncontentment?
or even the fallen dust of the eraser? Erasing what is out of place
The careful trimmings and handling while trying not to let it
look over handled. Since art is organised chaos according to some...
...one that I know