Five ideas bombard you, you let them go.

Three more knock, you ask them to leave you alone.

Then, when you are left with nothing, you cry over having nothing.

You cry over people being annoying, you cry over you not being productive.

You cry over studying for something you don’t like and maybe even being good at it.

You don’t let ideas stay because you are afraid.

You are afraid of feeling you are not average.

You are afraid of feeling that you have potential.

You are afraid of accepting that you may have talent.

Sometimes, you act.

You create something.

You don’t think it is perfect, but you are proud of it.

People like it too. but that only scares you more.

What if a talent is present?

What then?

Who do you tell? How do you know?

So, you do nothing.

That becomes something you once made.

That becomes a memory, a fond one.

And you move on to daily life.

You move on to feeling you are not special.

You move on to pushing away ideas.