Everyone has one thing.
They do better than most.
And that realization
In a fleeing moment.
Can bring more joy.
Than.
All others.
Before.
Or.
After.
————–
I am in the continuous process.
Of prodding my own.
Abilities.
Constantly asking.
Am I good enough.
Am I better.
Than I remember.
—————–
And I have my moments.
Although they seem.
To arise.
With greater infrequency.
When I see.
My own.
Good.
————-
And I think to myself.
(Free from the prison of my own ego)
That.
I may just be better.
Than I was.
—————–
I am sure.
I have only improved.
(in any measurable meaning of that word)
When.
I am not alone.
Surrounded.
By those.
Who are truly better than most.
Many of whom.
Find themselves in my photos.
(Future and Past)
—————
Kill the weekend.
Advertisement
