(All writing published here is owned by me unless cited otherwise.)
It’s simply- it is simply a way to scream. If I am a poet, I am a poet who does not know how to write poetry. I don’t know, I don’t know. I want to write everything. I want to suspend everything. All of it, all of anything that has ever done anything to me. And I want to jolt the people who don’t know what they are forgetting, what they are over looking. People who don’t know what should be so obvious to them. I’m preposterous, pretentious, presumptuous- I know. And I take advantage of strangers, like you, who I meet. Because speaking to people I know- that’s intimidating. I want to improve myself. Because I write for myself, to myself. Because I live for myself. Somedays I’m my own romance, you know. I’m so sick of saying Thank You. It’s old and it’s dry and it’s stuck in people’s hands so much that it has become silly. But you should all know I’m thankful for you.