you annoy me,
you anger me,
no amount of letters, words, or language itself could elaborate the frustration i am met with when it comes to you.
10.
10 letters in and i hear your name, your calling.
and all those that come before, that come after, are nothing more than lines and symbols and ridiculous sounds. and
j.
j, j, j, j, j.
did you forsake me for leisure?
you haven't a clue.
not one.
not any.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts Vol.1
RandomAn assortment of creative literature I've found myself writing in my confined space of 4 walls and a desk, all tucked away in this little nook. From poems to dramatics to entire chapters as though they were ripped out of a novel. Here are excerpts...
