I've noticed that my crazy, enlightened words don't come on demand. We'll just say that.
As a forgiveness bribe, I will post something now.
(Is it grimy to post the same entry to two different blogs? Welp... if so consider me temporarily grimified.)
This was meant to be a personal poem, but why not share it with you, blog world. I'll sacrifice a little bit for you all... why not?
Please ask me about it, because I'm definitely not a poet, but apparently sometimes ppl can get that random motivation to artfully express themselves. If you wanna hear about that motivation, jussst ask!
The pressure builds up inside, fighting
against the walls of my heart, mind and soul
that were meant to contain me.
The bursting bubbles take their time.
They’re random, but at the same time dependent
Dormant until their existence is revealed to me.
