Sometimes I write stuff that comes out as really deep and meaningful.
Then I go write about butts and pizza.
My mind is a maze of eternal twists and turns.
I have yet to conquer the slopes and slides that command my thoughts.
In an instant I can think about pasta, and then the harmful effects of pornography, and then whether my mother's spirit animal is a cat or a hamster.
My mind is a scary place to take a picnic.
Oh, hello Alice.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoesiaMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
