iluvsite97

I might've come back. Let me know if you find me. I think half of me is hiding outside of my computer, and the other half is hiding in BlinkBlank (the newest poem that I've written).

I haven't been feeling creative recently. I've been feeling sort of serene, sort of like a flower petal, sort of like some cobwebs, and sort of like half-melted ice cream.

Corridor Quandaries Out of 7th: I guess you can read it if you'd like

I wrote a poem containing all of my frustration, sorrow, regret, annoyance, dread, hate, discord, etc. Please read it, if you will.

I made a little update: "Of Current Currents." Check it out if you will

Thank you for allowing my work to have come in contact with 40 people who liked it enough to follow me.

A new type of heavy experience has beheaded me today. My northern region rejects its purpose. Flowers have flooded me from the inside, persisting in my bowels, sprouting from my jowls, and ended up in a box

Thank you ever so much for reading

My mindset has been set on a different path recently, in terms of verse. Melody has taken over. What to do? Assuage myself in a way that one assuages the hungry, the fans? By releasing a stream of release from, what uncharacteristically feels like, long ago? (By opening the box to the fourth and my introspective discoveries? Despite brief allusions unable to escape, compulsive.)

reflections & reflection can be fearsome