A stream of thought observation/opinion about sharing failures on social media
Woe is me, obviously.
More poems need to be written and others need revised, but I’m feeling pretty fantastic about seeing my writing evolve.
What hierarchy / suggests / your impending / fruitions?
because all people everywhere / know that knowing causes / the greatest sorrow
Less building a perfectly sturdy house with all the bells and whistles and more finding shelter before a storm hits.
At one point I’m just focused on the other thing—Baduizm is blowing me away in these first songs—On and On is eternally (you realize) catching—but when I come back in these short interaction with writing, I see little things that can get lost in the big-picture.