i haven't been feeling very poetic lately. everything inside me kind of just feels murky and dizzying. i spend my days going in pointless circles, with the stress of temporary freedom looming over me. i don't want to go on and on about how bad i feel, and there's really not much to say besides that and the fact that i start school in a few days. hopefully when i have something to do again it'll revamp my energy. but that's all. as of now there are no poems left in me, or none that i can find.
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restless: a poetry collection
Poetrythe thing about waiting for the rain to stop is that you don't know that it will. you could wait and wait and it could just rain and rain. sometimes, if you wait long enough, the rain will stop and the sun will shine. but sometimes the drizzle turns...
