(via shithasbeentold)
if I had a talent. I could paint or draw or write. I could do something that makes me happy when I’m alone. If I’m sad, happy, mad, or scared. If I had a talent I could make something for myself. I could be famous for what I could do. I’d have galleries, or portraits, or be an author. I could live life how I see it, create a world of my own. I could make people escape from reality and leave to another place. I could go out and make something for myself. But I can’t. Because what I want to do the most, can’t be reached with what little I have to offer.
Forever Young
