I am not talented.
I am simply being as truthful as I possibly can be with what feels right and is available.
You never realize, though, how hard it is to be completely honest until the truth you're telling is being told for the first time ever...
And then a moment later it might not be true anymore and you have to start over.
Because you can't leave the truth unsaid.
Truths untold or half-told are as bad as lies, and lying is a sin, and so must I be punished.
When the colors in my head start singing, my "gifts and "talents" become my captors and hold me and shake me and I cannot breathe properly until I've told the truth.
I'm threatened with insanity unless I'm obedient, and I'm a good little girl so I do as I'm told.
And so I write, and so I sing.
I simply tell the truth.