Big dreams
and fallen schemes
surround me
from all angles.
I breathe in possibilities
and exhale
lost hopes.
Record deals
never last
and writers
never get paid
or even published.
The practicer
of many talents,
and yet
the master of none.
Writing about
love or passion
does not
feed the hungry.
It does not
make a hero
or a celebrity.
I am left
with characters;
drowning
in Bohemia.

Samantha Bursich

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