Is This CREATIVITY really in me? What I mean to say is: Am I actually what I feel I am? What I think I am? Maybe. Just Maybe. Everyday I look at my self in the mirror, perplexed and I ask my self hopelessly: Is this really me? Do I possess all of these talents or is it just the effect of my company, the people I love, my inspiration. Everyday, I doubt myself thinking: Am I actually what i show the world? Can I be a good writer? Can a write fabulous poems? Can I can I articulate beautifully? Am I good at art? Do I have the fingers of an artist? Do I want to be a journalist? Can I be a writer? Should I be one? Or is it because the person I love is one? Or is it alive in my soul? Is my inspiration my soul? Do I have it in me? Do I have the potential to be a successful writer? Can I be confident enough? Can I voice out my opinions? Can I love the guy I love? Can I? I don't know. Maybe I do. Maybe I've just lost faith in myself. Maybe I don't realize my true potential. I feel I can do it. I can do everything I'm capable of and beyond. I believe in myself. I believe I can.
The beach was shimmering with the tranquil rays of the Sun...I felt a serene calmness take over me. I missed him...I was near water. A common place where we love to be. I walked while the fragile stream of rain swept pass my face enveloping itself in the cool wind. My head held high...but not in pride. I looked up at the Sun that was obscure behind the clouds. I remembered the times we had been together. I could smell the sea. I could hear my heart whisper.The sea shell reminded me of the time we used to collected those intricate masterpieces of nature's art in small plastic bags. And then I hoped, just hoped...What if he was here? We would be walking hand in hand and he would have that face on his face(that's totally him.) and I would understand his every expression. He admires my originality, my truthfulness and I love his heart. He's perfect and I wish he was here. Oh he is ...right here with me...In my heart...wait that heart doesn't belong to me. Now, it belongs to him.