ah yes, of course there’s poetry. i write lots and lots and lots in my little books, and amongst all the lessons i try to hammer into myself, vague descriptions of my days and all the other madness one explores in such prolonged self-monologues, i find some more ‘meaningful’ words. in some way or another, but usually in that abstract weird way i like to speak in anyway.
i’m currently sort of in between houses, and so don’t have most of my little books with me. it’s the challenge this year to go through them, and try to form some collections of sorts of nice poems i wrote over the past few years. hopefully, next time you’re back here i should have gotten them together.
as for now, i shall simply place ones i’ve written recently right here. i can organise sections and such in the future…