Poetry. A light with a blueish glow comes into my room at night. What is it?
Like a Fluorescent Light
Month: January 2018
Hey, I lost my marbles
I haven't lost my mind. It's there between my ears. Or, I think it is. What am I talking about? Oranges?
Fishy
Poetry. Fishies 🙂 Ever tried catching one?
Next Stop, Procrastination Station
Are you in a slump? I know what you have. It's a disease called,
A rant of I forgot
Poetry. Sometimes, we forget something we...
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