Zaboravi

I've always known I would make things difficult for myself. I wish I could only want one thing and I wish I was only one person. But I am a lot of things and I am none of them. How does one know if one is good at many things, that one is a "multimacher" or if one is too diluted to be very good at anything?

I couldn't get the white really white and I couldn't get the black really black. I had no intention with it. Too make something pretty. Or simply artistic. I copied it from a streetartist. I practiced a speech in my head, saying I have been playing with contrasts and spoiling what is supposed to be there. My intentions are shallow and pretentious, yet it moves me. I made it. My creation, my vulnerability, a piece of me for someone else.