well, i never really intended to have a blog. i'm not in a new situation, i'm not traveling nor do i have much to say. rather, i've chosen to blog mainly to have a creative outlet for myself. don't expect a life changing, insightful poem to come from this. don't expect to learn something new about humanity. in fact, expect nothing, that way you're not let down when i just tell you about my ma's made up word for tumbleweed.
the black on our teeth is
the mobility is setting
there's an axe at the roots
and the end has come
shotgun,
though i am bitter,
when will the end come
given the time,
goodnight, my friend.
i'll see you tomorrow.
i reckon we will never win.
to an end?
my heart is thankful.
a position worth dying for.
but the beginning was love.
of the trees
our town ablaze!
showing how awful we really have become.
blessings.
