Not So Patient

So much to say…so many thoughts. Love, desire, drive, conflict, family, resolution, conflict, …resolution. Art, waits in the wings, pulsing. Waiting. Not so patiently. No, not so patiently. My motivation and desire for it construed as selfish. So I wait. And I wonder. Selfish?…Is it so?

The telling of it unfolds. For some, it appears to be full of color. For others, it will only read as black. January, for me, holds color. Should I apologize  for those that can’t see it? Perhaps I should, but the doing of it makes my insides ache.

…No. Not so patient. Indeed…