I don't know how many of you actually keep up with the thousand of poems I pull out of my arse, but I haven't been very active recently and probably won't be for a while. Things have been...weird. I have a lot of things I'm struggling to work through right now, plus school's a pain in the ass, so...if you wanna catch up, now's the time, I guess. I'm sorry. I really, really am. Everything just hit me really hard and...I don't know. I don't even know what I'm trying to say.
I'm sorry.
I'll try and return to my poems about black ink, tortured souls, and strange love after I get through with this, because right now everything is blending together and I can't even create new things because they all sound just like the one I wrote before. About talking. About silence. About being alone. Different paraphrasing, yes, but essentially all the same, even the structure.
'To Love Like You Used To' is...a sort of sample of that, I guess. It's different from the others, which is why I posted it. It's a highlight to what's happening and why nothing new has been happening.
I'm sorry.
I'm so, so sorry.
I'll be back once I can create something new,