A little poem that encapsulates the feelings I sometimes have about my creativity/art. I was trying to communicate something in this photo, but lacked the patience to do it. – I want to get it right. Just. Right. The angle, the lighting, the motherfucking words But perfection isn’t possible (No, I’m not patient enough for …
She stood on the curb, the wind playing lightly along the hem of her dress. An alert flashed on her phone, signaling the arrival of her Uber right as a large white SUV with tinted windows and chrome hubcaps pulled up. The window lowered and she picked up her bag. A man with a pretty …