Memories, Metaphors & Melodies

Profoundly Pondering: by this time next week I’ll be doing the same thing – to destroy this pattern I would have to destroy the current version of myself – inducing a form of nostalgia I’ll feel further down the line

A Writer With No Muse: the summer sun breaks my fall from isolation – look for my tracks streaked in the desert sand – face painted with the strokes of the journey – far have I wandered to wait for mysteries

Lethargic In Language: every letter I type only leads me closer to writing about myself – I’m putting portfolios together by painting pictures of my mindsets & reality as they come to me – weightless as I take off my one-thousand faces