Nothing here makes sense, there is no story line, no plot twists, no characters apart from the ones in your head.
There are just too many words in the world to reserve for another day. I decided that any words that I can form, that can express something, they belong somewhere.
That somewhere is here.
A formality: don't go stealing stuff, it's mine and I'm possessive and violent and if you're stealing my words, then be sure that I will use them against you.
Don't be an ugly soul, be a meaningful one.
I now welcome you to the recesses of my mind...
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryTo be completely honest, it's just a load of randomly plucked words from the air, infused together with some punctuation and their job is to represent the bunch of emotion I, - a tired, caffeine filled, late night worker- threw together in hopes tha...
