Oh, those flights of fancy that we thought were too immature to keep. But they are probably still somewhere in our minds, if only we could find them again. But looking for them might take us into mazes we don't want to inhabit. The past can be a dangerous country.
You're such a great writer. And that's a lofty goal—to give your all to something you know you'll never be good at. I used to love picking up my guitar every morning. Now, my sucking annoys even me.
Oh, those flights of fancy that we thought were too immature to keep. But they are probably still somewhere in our minds, if only we could find them again. But looking for them might take us into mazes we don't want to inhabit. The past can be a dangerous country.
So very, very true.
You're such a great writer. And that's a lofty goal—to give your all to something you know you'll never be good at. I used to love picking up my guitar every morning. Now, my sucking annoys even me.
I have absolutely no doubt that your guitar playing is .. ahem ... leaps and bounds better than my dancing ;) <3
Nice haiku
Thank you! So nice to see you here.