To my hobbies
I'm sorry I had to throw you out.
I'm sorry that I've left you behind.
Life has not been so good to me that I've resorted to sacrificing you for what I thought was for the better.
It wasn't for the better. In fact, I feel so inadequate. I feel so pathetic. In whatever fleeting free time I have, I rot in bed with a phone in hand for hours on end.
I waste the sunlight instead of enjoying myself in creation.
The melody on the violin, the feel of a good book, the colors on a canvas.
The sense of accomplishment, the satisfaction of a masterpiece.
All I have left are the remnants of you, stored away for space.
I hope that someday I can pick you up once more.
Redo what I've missed.
Be filled with ideas to the point of staying up all night just to be able to see the finished piece.
Sincerely, Me