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a canvas filled. a book completed. a symphony composed. at the precipice. the culmination of all that there was. 

Do not close yourself from to them to chase more current things. For they have more to give than anyone else. They are the greatest master pieces created. All they ask for in return is your time.

Inspired by:

To The Passionate Amateur

 

Writers tell you that you cannot write 

Painters tell you that you cannot paint 

Singers tell you that you cannot sing 

Dancers tell you that you cannot dance 

I am telling you that you that they fear what you will do if you keep writing, keep painting, keeping singing, and keep dancing 

I know this because I feel your emotions in your creation 

I know this because I know you do it from your heart 

I know this because I know you do it all only for yourself 

You truly let beauty be in the eye of the beholder 

You do not try to appease the beholder

And that is something to be feared by people who have labelled themselves.

For Fickle

 

I like the word Fickle...

My fickle heart. My fickle mind. 

You will never accomplish anything as you do not focus. 

You are the dog chasing its tail never to catch it.

You are wild like the stallions of the Alberta plains.

As much as I try you cannot be tamed like the western winds from The Rockies.

You have lead me to many mishaps and many heartbreaks.

You have given me vision and wisdom far beyond my peers.

My fickle heart. My fickle mind. 

You are me as I am.

Fighting After the Moment

I am sorry, 

I am not over you 

And I know you are not over me too

I was ready to go all in

Tell you how much I missed you

Throw it all on the line 

Fight to get you back 

But fear got the best of me 

Now you have yours 

And I have mine.

But this love, isn't right. 

You still have my heart 

And I still feel your soul. 

So please love, 

Don't let us go.