Hi guys. I've decided to update this, since I haven't in awhile, but this isn't a poem. I think I'm going to take a break from this positive poetry, because I cannot generate any happy poems. It's getting to the point where every time I sit down to write, all the words I type seem fake and meaningless. My poetry has gotta have some meaning behind it, or it just isn't fair to the reader and to myself.
Maybe I'll take up poetry with serious topics again, since I have more inspiration with that.
This book is not over.
This is just a small break.
Thank you for reading.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
PoesiaI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
