I like writing.
It's one of those things I've learned to be okay with being bad at.
Much like art, humor, and sometimes cooking.
I did make one mean pot of gumbo today, though.
American Airlines
Window seat in the upright position
Traveler in a forward lean
Poised to watch the darkness passing
Atlanta's outshining anything
The night sky has to offer
This weary evening
Her winding streets form their own constellations
Her parkways a million material milkyways
Over the cusp of our plane's right wing
And I'm feeling guilty
To gasp and gawk at the sights below
For missing the real light show
Blackened out by nightlife
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You are not bad at writing or humor. I have yet to see any art, but I'll give you an opinion when I see it, the same with cooking. The stars last night were amazing, I know what you mean. I felt so terrible when I walked outside and realized that the stars had been there all night while I was watching a silly movie.
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