10-23-2018, 01:40 AM
I've been spending a lot of time at the crossroads lately, where the horny beasts creep around. Trying to lose myself as much as possible. At least my social self. I just want to die into the poetry. Which is, after all, all society is, and a small portion at that. So thank you for mentioning the poem here, and forgive me if I continue to obsess over the validity of every aspect of my poems as if they are tiny people I brought to life to keep me company. Because they are. Even if they're ugly sometimes, like most people are.