A collection of the things I am feeling, have experienced, or have realized, told through my own or other perspectives. Probably written in prose; it may or may not rhyme on occasion. By the way, the title is also a reference to one of my favorite early American modernist poems: "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot. *Friendly reminder that, as this is poetry, all punctuation, capitalization, and spacing are intentional. If there is a misspelling, it probably isn't intentional and I encourage helpful criticism/comments (any comments at all, really ¯\_(ツ)_/¯).* Happy reading :) **Also, lol, 'weekly updates' haha. Whoops