It was a start of a story idea but not sure where it will go. If it really goes anywhere.

An intersting poem to ponder.

Home is where I want to be but I guess I’m already there.

This is a short story about adulthood and responsibility. a woman recalls a memory from her childhood about having fun and living simply and her father’s reactions to her. She also addresses a former crush which prompts her to find out where he is in life. When she discovers, that they are in very different situations now she blames her happy, and simple child and digresses to her father’s criticisms.

This is a poem about one of my best friends and how much I appreciate him being there for me. Everyone has someone who deals with them at their worst, and it is important to let them know how much it means to you.

There is really no need for a description.

Lack of sleep and it’s play on your mind.

A mess of thought.

I like this. It screams, "Crazy". I enjoy crazy. I hope you do too.

Poetry, psychotic, depression poetry.