As artists often times I think we’ve taught ourselves to think like a median for things

Like if we see something beautiful or feel a strong emotion, we must always translate it into art

And i realize it takes away from basking in it for ourselves

Almost like if we cant find something to say or do with it, our souls aren’t at ease.

Today I sat in awe of a field, the sound of nature, the smell of trees and I fought my instincts to make it into poetry

But then again, here we are and perhaps I did it anyway.