But who has time to live?

Poems and Things

If I had a million dollars of non-dwindling funds, I would buy a big ol house and fill it Β with all the stuff I like. One floor would be dedicated to writing, another to all things music, and another to brushes and paints. Β An entire wing would be dedicated to sewing. Yards of fabric with choices beyond measure. I’d have no limits. I could create forever.

I want to write, I want to sew. I want to make beautiful music and I want to paint my memories… Norah Jones sung about being a painter in her song “If I were a Painter”:

But I can’t.Β I don’t have the money, and I don’t have the time.

I’m a lowly college student with big dreams and literally blisters on my feet.

Maybe someday?