writing poetry i feel a new urgency seeing my possibly, hopefully future, seeing my way out and my way in my way to stay and to stop but first the stack of papers await, calling me who does not get to write now to judge those who do. Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
there is always this paper thin line between me and the things i want to do… that or me and the thing that will make me famous i cant remember which.
there is always this paper thin line between me and the things i want to do…
that or me and the thing that will make me famous
i cant remember which.
And that is why independent wealth would be nice