Description, huh? Ok. Basically, these entries will be my (mis)understandings of poetry. These will be my mental vomit (chunks included!). These will be the things my heart sings (or screams) to me when I'm alone and somber (or silly). These will be my incoherent (or intellectual) neuron synapse firings. These will be what makes the daily me, me (or an attempt at being me, whoever that is this week). Feel free to leave a comment or three - I'd appreciate opinions. Just don't be a douche. :)
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Quandary
Sometimes the strength I've been given the energy to handle certain things the patience to face adversities becomes so heavy that I can't help wonder is it a gift or a curse?
Both 🤔
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