_wacKo

First love was 4G, etch-a-sketch, Italian grade authenticity 
          	 
          	Was classic emoticons and character limits,
          	Was a feverish flitting of fingers on keyboards, flirting clicks and fluttering risks,
          	Was teenage girl toe curling over bolded smirks and grins between asterisks,
          	Was swiping right to hear his “I missed you” soft in San Serif and introvert blue,
          	Was role playing between the lines and occasional threesomes with tech support,
          	Was a love for literature and sending hand-picked poetry like warm, waking breakfast in bed,
          	Was shared bucket lists and parallel, midnight radio raves,
          	Was new age fluency sampled with old-fashioned friends to lovers,
          	Was a 2 hour and 2 years ahead, 12 a.m. birthday stay up adolescence,
          	Was falling into companied slumber cradling a “sleep well” today, 2:00 am.
          	Was a secret with a hidden album and six digit passcode, 
          	Was profoundly more than just the sequence of bits to pixels projected on tempered glass.

_wacKo

I really love the handful of poetry I worked on this year. I hope I’ll write a handful more this next year. There’s a lot of things I have yet figured out how to put in words like this. I’m proud of the improvements I’ve made in this art form though I don’t write as much poetry these days.
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First love was 4G, etch-a-sketch, Italian grade authenticity 
           
          Was classic emoticons and character limits,
          Was a feverish flitting of fingers on keyboards, flirting clicks and fluttering risks,
          Was teenage girl toe curling over bolded smirks and grins between asterisks,
          Was swiping right to hear his “I missed you” soft in San Serif and introvert blue,
          Was role playing between the lines and occasional threesomes with tech support,
          Was a love for literature and sending hand-picked poetry like warm, waking breakfast in bed,
          Was shared bucket lists and parallel, midnight radio raves,
          Was new age fluency sampled with old-fashioned friends to lovers,
          Was a 2 hour and 2 years ahead, 12 a.m. birthday stay up adolescence,
          Was falling into companied slumber cradling a “sleep well” today, 2:00 am.
          Was a secret with a hidden album and six digit passcode, 
          Was profoundly more than just the sequence of bits to pixels projected on tempered glass.

_wacKo

I really love the handful of poetry I worked on this year. I hope I’ll write a handful more this next year. There’s a lot of things I have yet figured out how to put in words like this. I’m proud of the improvements I’ve made in this art form though I don’t write as much poetry these days.
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_wacKo

“The memories always fall short of what we could have been…The more that I love the less that I feel. The times that I jumped never were real. They say that all scars heal but I know maybe I won’t. But the waves won’t break my boat…”  Top five

_wacKo

“I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage.”

_wacKo

Novel ideas are just sprouting from out of nowhere. I’m hardly keeping up with them all. As usual with everything my mind is screaming to do it all but that’s impossible. I keep doubting myself wondering if I’m capable of writing some of the more complex plots or if I’ll take forever to finish projects which will result in me not getting to all cool projects I have brainstormed. I wanna be good. I want each project to be the best thing I could write. But at the same time I just wanna write things that are fun to write and fun for others to read. I want to have some series and lengthier books but then it will take so many scenes and soo many words and I’m not sure I have them.