escape artist

today i tried asparagus for the first time and did laundry for the first time. i probably should've done both when i was a lot younger.

the trouble with being an artist is the phases
like when your photos get stuck in summer tones
when they could be shining in that weird winter light
and sometimes you leave the piano alone
cuz you're spending all your time with the microphone
or your camera lens
but worst is when you neglect your pen
living life in light and sound
sunset-drunk and melody-bound
you've forgotten what its like to wrap your tongue around
the words piled up behind your teeth
the words you're not sure how to speak

uhhhhh.. i haven't written in a while. i attempted to today and that's what happened. its sometimes frustrating juggling passions. i want to be able to go take photos and compose music and write all at the same time, but it seems i only have enough creative energy to do one, and i just cycle through them.

hmph.