he felt like he was sitting there for years
watching people,
wondering what was motivating them
what colors they painted in
were they happy
bidding his time
waiting
not sure of his next move
so much pressure to be
something
anything
passion on pause
zombie in the clouds
just make it make sense - he said
I can only do what I feel - he cried
everything else isn’t natural
it doesn’t come from that place
so he tried something new with something old
and a small fire was lit
it flickered
and danced
and dimmed
and didn’t die