Why I still do things: a poem ________________________ Space, click, or arrow keys ________________________ This is technically an excerpt from a novel that I'm writing in vignettes (a combination of a poem and a short story). I won't be sharing 'Why' with anyone for a while, because it contains some private feelings and personal information (this one's ok though). I wrote this chapter/vignette about how I don't always get validation for things I do, specifically writing and art, but I'm going to continue doing them anyway, and why.
Everything by me. The photo is one I took of the NYC skyline at sunset when I went there on a trip. I felt it fit the vibe.
