((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed differently by different people. You may read beauty. You may read nothing but dark pain. Perhaps you don't read it, but live it. What ever it is that you do, what you feel, please enjoy. Enjoy your single flicker of consciousness. Also please share. And comment. -older poems on here might be kinda terrible, just warning you- Have a good life, you, the reader, have a good life. //also if there are any spelling/grammatical errors, please comment so I can edit them//