I'll weep for the unfinished
for the ugly and unmotivated
for the grand ideas never started or brought to fruition
for what could have been
and for what was
sketches returned to, yet still abandoned
ideas, places
only ever half fulfilled
and I'll think about what it all may have been like
what I might return to
what I won't
what would never have a vision
what almost did
all of it - all of it - all of it
and none of it
but a failed creation is still creation.
so goodnight, InkTober.






