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  with all the stuff I like. One floor would be dedicated to writing, another to all things music, and another to brushes and paints.  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. 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?


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