Tragic

A whole month has passed by without a post, I've had many ideas but making myself sit down and write is the oddest chore of my life.  I love to write but it takes me time, time I don't have. That's the tragic truth here, that I wholeheartedly put it on the back burner constantly and to think it is one of the things I am good at.  That's what I do with everything that's good, I put it off, I push it to the side, I don't make the time.  Tragic.

I seem to do a lot of tragic things really.  My life is the most beautiful, most tragic thing I have ever known. 

My life, my art, my heart and my soul. Tragic.

Tragic in the most beautiful way.

I should go write a poem about this very moment, the moment I realized that my sorrow is actually my strength.  That my art is the only thing actually keeping me sane.  That my heart is full of love no matter what.  That my life is not that bad.  That I shouldn't really be this sad.  

Tragic they say but the tragedy is the teacher.  Teaching all of the things, no matter where we go there will be something tragic, just be sure to find the magic. It follows in its place.