i change with the hues of the leaves,
ease into each new identity with a breeze,
waiting for the me that feels pleased,
appeased by shifts in pace,
eager the learn the curve of each new face,
universal ghosting’s my only saving grace,
i’d always felt so out of place,
A significant portion of my adolescence was spent binge-watching speed art videos and tutorials. I gushed over Instagram artists, salivating at the idea of trading my hands for theirs — although trading brains would be more logical since creativity has a neurological basis.
Then, it finally dawned on me the other day. There’s an unspoken dichotomy between the hallmarks of a great artist and the skill level of a talented artist.