I have things I love.
In forms of all forms of Art I find that I love them
Starry eyed I take to it. Pen to paper. I draw, I sculpt, I write.
But every time I look up.
Perfection in all angles.
Preformed by creators who far surpass me.
I want to be good.
Good enough that i'm adequate.
But in the footprints of the greats I'm never adequate.
My hobbies aren't hobbies.
they hurt me.
Because I throw myself into a never ending loop.
I start, I compare, then despair.
It hurts.
My hobbies hurt my mind.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 1:56 AM UTC
I have things I love.
In forms of all forms of Art I find that I love them
Starry eyed I take to it. Pen to paper. I draw, I sculpt, I write.
But every time I look up.
Perfection in all angles.
Preformed by creators who far surpass me.
I want to be good.
Good enough that i'm adequate.
But in the footprints of the greats I'm never adequate.
My hobbies aren't hobbies.
they hurt me.
Because I throw myself into a never ending loop.
I start, I compare, then despair.
It hurts.
My hobbies hurt my mind.