good morning from my front porch. the sunlight flirts with the trees and I watch the birds dance in the sky above me. as a child I used to wish I was a bird, always traveling, not confined to this town, birds always seemed so free to me. I wonder if the birds know where they're going or if they just go. do we know where we're going? we know where we want to go, but we really don't know what's going to happen tomorrow until we get there. when I was younger I had big dreams. I guess in a sense I still have big dreams, they've just changed. recently I've realized I just want to share myself. I want to implement myself into something so big everyone hears about it. though I know my art isn't near as good as my peers, I'll still share it. everyone should share their art, share a piece of them. this world is made of so many people who never find themselves. but maybe we just never look for ourselves. so many people don't draw, won't write, say they can't sing, all because they're afraid they'll be bad at it. everyone's bad at something. but everyone's lost themselves in something and if you never look you'll never find yourself. so pick up that pen, pick up that brush, turn on the lights, and start looking for yourself.
