an attempt at poetry

tics tic me off

offers of admission

clouded vision

you’re beautiful

i’m late

i’ll be back

travelblog

I write so many posts that I don't publish. The collection of drafts has essentially become a private journal, documenting my most irrational thoughts and feelings.

i've got some issues that nobody can see, and all these emotions are pouring out of me

I was just thinking, what if I died suddenly, and that previous post was my last post? I wouldnt want that. Not that I care much about this blog, but in any case, I'd still like to say, I'm in much lighter boots now.

in heavy boots

I may have died in a land-slide
Of the rocks, the hopes and fears



So swim until you can't see land.

For lack of better words and for lack of being able to articulate myself, I will say this about this weekend:

It made me happy.