What if I really held audience with the thought of running west? What happened to that one time I was full of good ideas and better intentions and goals? I don't even know what goals are.
I want to pull the earth like taffy and create. I feel tethered to a place that really might not give two shits about me. That's not cool, you know? But I don't know how to present myself brand new - things get slapped together in a half-assed way and I'm right in the middle.
In addition to feeling weird, I must tell you - I read poetry to a real group of people last friday.
that was a good thing.
a really good thing.
i might even do it again.
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