Poetry. A light with a blueish glow comes into my room at night. What is it?
I haven't lost my mind. It's there between my ears. Or, I think it is. What am I talking about? Oranges?
Poetry. Fishies 🙂 Ever tried catching one?
Are you in a slump? I know what you have. It's a disease called,
Poetry. Sometimes, we forget something we...