Nonsense.
I wish I could write with elegance and prose of my contemporaries. In all my moving as a child I missed out on a lot of 'normal' things. I ask you though, to show me any artist, or person for that matter, who is 'normal' and I'll show you a farce. I feel any of these 'normal' people have a skeleton knocking on the closet door.
I want to write with the elegance and prose of my peers. I want the sense of sadness, excitement, elation, drama, happiness in what I write. There had to be a class somewhere that I missed on this.
I want to write my feelings about cooking things I never thought I could make in a million years and show the excitement about it that cooks and amateur cooks a like have shared on countless blogs.
I want to express my feelings of excitement when I pick up that camera, open up a new pack of paper, or smell the inside of a craft store and print lab.
I want to write about the excitement and difficulties of breaking though barriers in my career and my personal life.
I want to write you a line that will evoke the sense dissenting feelings I have after having an awesome night. I want to write you a line that will evoke the sense dissenting feelings I have after having an dreadful night. I want to write you a line that will evoke the sense dissenting feelings I have after having an calm night. To have you understand and feel those feelings I have, when I lay in my bed, as I am now, and have your mind bustle with the emotions my mind is.
I wish I had the elegance of prose to make you understand how grateful I am for yesterday, today, and most importantly, for tomorrow. To have that slate so cleansed of what was, and to be able to start anew.
Maybe not as much nonsense as I thought...
