A poet and their ducks. Nobody knew their were this many places in heck. ( Just to clarify this is poetry). Also why: and other things.

poetry.

Call this whatever you like. A diary. A journal. An excuse to write something. Follow me on my journey through rare updates about what i've been up too.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked me. There that sentence hung in the air between us, and I remember now how I wasn't looking at him. How instead I looked up at the clouds that seemed to run faster than my thoughts. "Yeah, there's a word for it," I think I said. - lowercase intended. cover drawn by me.

"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry