i do not write or read poetry every day maybe its a product of where i live the color of my skin or my notebooks are just full
i never reread them either maybe its too much to bear?
writing vs saying words is so different its frustrating agonizing or excitingly joyful in a peaceful kind of way whatever mood im in
and that is the key put it simply u know the rest ik thats hard they donβt get it either way but how will i find someone anyone at all that does get it and i can actually hold onto let them hurt me and keep going is that a qualifier? or are there people that will never do what they do and have done? do people forgive what i cannot stomach to imagine for years till im driving in an unearthly unearned illogical plane of existence where i feel good and happy to my greatest degree cannot contain it squeals and joyous screams just from how the music sounds i mean it i am not on earth for sure but if it were not for the last visit here that i was gifted, or allowed, depends when u ask its a different me almost constantly now i love it more times than i used to would i still be writing whatever this is right now?