I want to write again and again always even if words fail me. I want to sing like music is the only thing we must do to live instead of breathe. I want to paint and create even though I can’t. I want to photograph everything the eye sees, a camera to my eye; capturing a string of fleeting memories, changing at every blink.
but I don’t want to be anything. the relentless pursuit of finding whatever it is I’m supposed to be doing is what that makes it all so very daunting. I want to just be.