I sat down by candlelight with soft music in my ear thinking,

"What should I write?"

Wondering how to convey my silly thoughts and deep feelings

Into elegant words that dance through one's mind.

How can I feel so deeply yet lack the words to write?

Where may i find a translator to translate my inner workings in a language not only understandable

but beautiful.

I yearn to create.

To portray.

To not only feel myself, but make others feel too.

My problem is the need for perfection

I can't create until it will be perfect and when it's not perfect I give up.

My problem is I know my problem.

I force myself to create something imperfect like I see other artists do.

But their imperfect is beautiful

I critique and compare my impertect.

Do you see my problem?

Even my purposely imperfect isn't good enough for me.

So I put down the pen—

push aside the half written words

1 put down the paintbrush - push aside the half created face And I close my drawer of creativity and lock away my thoughts and ideas

..another time

...another tine