tin can

i am a writer in the sense that i love to do it.
i am not sure how much i own it, yet.
or how good i really am.

i call myself a writer, because i do it so much.
and i love it. it gives me joy to do it.
but i wonder how many real writers are out there,
not doing it much,
who are exponentially more talented than i am with words.

again, i wonder how long it takes for someone to become who they are trying to be.
my dear friend jenks had some good things to say about that.

i am storing up in a little tin can
bits and pieces of wonderful scenes of my life to write out,
to paint together and stitch up with words.
i just can't do it yet,
because the best parts of these scenes have yet to happen.