Half finished papers
white screens
sharp pencils
empty journals
Unsent texts
missed calls
blurry pictures
battery at seven percent
Why are we so quick to leave things unfinished and forgotten?
We tangle ourselves in the threads of our masterpieces never considering that with just a few more stitches?
Everyone would see the art we saw in our minds.
It is not that we lack dreams
We lack the motivation
to achieve our dreams.
Finding myself 