Searching for my real talent.

In the past couple of days, I've been in a real deep thinking about what my real talent is. What is my thing? People paint or play a musical instrument to express themselves. Other people smoke or ballet dance when they're sad. What do I do? I can't express myself well in speaking or writing, I don't play a guitar or have a certain talent to escape this life. I want to smoke my thoughts away or sway them in a delicate dance moves. I want to paint my joy and sorrow and sing them away. I feel suppressed with emotions I can't explain, I just swallow them with black coffee and express them with a cheesy smile. Indulging kinds of art is not enough for me, I want to create them.

@ Bert's, Stars Avenue.