Kirbince

It is painful at times, Seeing those born with skill and talent. They paint such beautiful things, using the barest of material. Entire worlds are spun at their fingertips, all from a dot of paint. I think sometimes, of how nice it must be, To be able to capture such beauty, within the borders of a page. To spin a tale from but the smallest of phrases, To create a fantastic adventure from a mundane experience. It is painful indeed at times. When I am seated in this room, Surrounded by the dull hum of failure and regret, I ask myself, with eyes burning in the mirror, Am I finally ready to give it all up? 'No!' I say I will not let it end