Carried by the morning current,
I sit alone and ponder,
Does this logical routine of a tedious life fit who I am inside?
I wish by all means to lead a life worth living,
To write something worth reading,
Or do something worth writing about,
Do I drop everything I've ever known and seek out a great adventure?
Or do I persist in this monotone colourless existence?
YOU ARE READING
All My Shit Is In A Book
De TodoI'm the creator of my own greatest disaster. I write for me a no one else. I want you all safe. Please stick with the awful writing at the start of this collection. I started writing two years ago and have developed a lot.
