Please don’t tell me I’m talented. Because I’m not. I’m just sitting here. Typing what I wish I had Who I wish I could be. And I’m not talented. Just still learning to cope with all these raw feelings That won’t mean anything in a few months.  


Questions They are tricky They are confusing and often They throw you off the real trail They distract you from you real purpose People use them for good For bad For just about everything And yet some people tell you to not ask questions But you should never stop because They get you one step…