I am an amateur creator.
Today I put the crushed up chips at the bottom of the bag into a bowl, i then added salsa and ate it all with a spoon... Momentary genius.
Also i wrote this poem
Sometimes i think about the future
What hasn't come and gone
What cannot be cataloged and packed away as experience
my cells come alive
my body my minds pawn
my unquenchable desire to be a bird at dawn
to walk on down pillows and do back-flips into an ocean of Jello
all just for the story
the past has kept me flightless for too long
chained to a water heater in the basement
strangling myself to end my suffering.
But at last I've been set free by possibility
an entire universe of option
each star a different life path
holding its own disparity and triumph
And each as luminous as the twinkle in an eye as I consider it.
Yesterday i remembered a future which held only my past.
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