Even if …

Thinking tons
Gathering nothing
Where do I go?
Writings a bitch if the right people don’t read it
Music I make is just noice if no one supports it
My art is just time waisted if no one appreciates it.

By Bryan Wegman.

I wrote this when my mind was scattered- I wrote what I felt at the time. A contrast of sleepy, but undeniably alert.

At times, your whole world can seem to tumble down.

Even the darkest of days will pass.

Languish…

Love loosely and lose.

Just my ill-informed opinion.

A poem about me.