sepia view;
is contentment the absence of fun?
most days I'm comfortable
in my own mind
but bored right out of my mind
too smart for needles
and smoke is so ugly
all I have left are the base vibrations
making the world sound so funny
grew up in the pool
and now it's teeming crowds
always
swimming.
(I still haven't grown gills)
YOU ARE READING
open letters to no one
Poetrypoems I can't keep to myself. things to get off my chest with verbs, nouns, adjectives. life lessons I have no one to share with. texts I really should send but don't have the courage to. things I can't say aloud. in essence, words I want to scream...
