i went to sleep earlyish last night but woke up before midnight and couldn't get back to sleep. so i watched a movie.* and it made me a little envious of artists who are able to express themselves in other ways.
there are things i feel like i want to say here. i've thought about it for days and sat down to write more than once only to get up and do something else. i'm not sure i have the ability to express whatever it is. to be fair, i'm sure that feeling exists regardless of the material or process used. it just seemed like sometimes other ways of explaining can get around a block in one particular way. and may be better at expressing a certain thought or feeling.
* the movie was People, Places, Things. nouns, i guess.
the cities we live in could be distant stars