Sorry, it kinda feels like I dropped off the edge of the blogging universe, but I'm back (with a random poem to share)! Feel free to leave honest feedback; I'm not much of a poet and when it happens, I'm not sure how I feel about! (and I'm not sure how to tell if its good or not!)
When you could fly into a million pieces,
Leaning far over the cliff’s edge
Your heart yearns and longs and rams itself repeatedly into your chest,
before wrapping itself into your intestines,
Like a fly in a web.
and your eyes wander off into s
Then, when your heart and mind have left you like a wandering satellite,
and your torso has turned on its head,
you sit there.
A shell of a man who nervously crosses and uncrosses his legs
with stars falling and the sun exploding