I doubt anybody would see this but I feel a great call to write my thoughts out right now.
I first started writing in 2018 and soon after posting my poems everything was amazing! I got so much feedback from people, and it validated my experience with poetry a lot. I must confess I rarely read poetry myself although someday I'd like to explore the genre.
I wonder about my books now, what will I do with them? What are they worth now that many people have published their books and have a huge fan base? I never exactly dreamt of doing that but, don't we all wish to shine? To me art has been the star shining within me, but it's been many years now and I feel that hardly much grew from it or me. The people I meet in real life hardly care for my art, whether it's music, poetry, drawing or even design. Is a creative path really meant for me? I feel deeply for the magical aspect of our world, I even decided to study an architecture and design related major at university. I graduated just fine and expressed myself uniquely too in some projects but, I wish there was more to me.
Is success finishing a promising project or being recognized and seen for it? Is it finishing beautifully written but unknown books or watching someone else experience your art?
Why am I hidden? Believe me no, I know I'm not the best. However if only the best are to be seen then there aren't many who will be, and that's just not true.
I'm much older now than I was when I first made this account and frankly speaking I shouldn't be on here anymore because it doesn't make sense and the reputation of this platform is not what it used to be
I just keep falling in this dreamy state where life magically solves itself and I get to feel an have what I'm looking for.
I wish that my younger self did not stop writing and remained in touch with the people who were showing interest in my work. It was a great time.
