Thrown

Sometimes I take pictures that carry zero significance.

Sometimes I just want to ride a ferris wheel.

Sometimes I want cotton candy.

Sometimes I want to paint a mural.

Sometimes I want to make a music video.

Sometimes I want to take pictures of people.

Sometimes I want to write, just so I can write in cursive.

Sometimes I want to play the piano.

But sometimes my sheet music gets thrown away without it asking me if that's okay.