I think you write only out of a great trouble. A trouble of excitement, a trouble of enlargement, a trouble of displacement in yourself.
To be first-rate at anything you have to stake your all. Nobody's an artist 'on the side'.
The fresh start is always an illusion but a necessary one.
Doubt remains a luxury I won't do without.
Shame can be self-indulgence too.
How smartly September comes in, like a racing gig, all style, no confusion.