what is it about life that keeps me coming back for more?
i never thought…
oh, that is a lie,
i think too much and then wonder why i have this thick feeling in the back of my throat
unable to speak
a few lines of a poem.
to be continued…
and creating a monster
feels too big to fit in such a small world
of paper and pencil behind closed doors and people peering in the window
and i feel
I really do not want to be known as this i
continues to put down her words. whether
good or bad, i…
no you will decide whether my thoughts are worthy.
it keeps me humble
(morning thoughts 5/13/2017)