This is how my life feels.

Everything I do is an escape from something I cannot do.

I will practise my instrument

because I cannot seem to write my essay and I will

(try to) write my essay when I cannot seem to play

my instrument right.

There is no deep meaning in this.

So if you ask me: “Are you an artist?”

I will say “no; I am no artist. Art is simply a by-product

of my shortcomings, of my failings.

Something that materialises every time I realise that