I have no more words left right now.
Staring at my collection of notebooks,
I wish I could spin tales about
the hordes of dust bunnies and
unlock the vexing beauty of the
flashing cursor.
I pray my amalgamation of words
finds some form of coherence.
I hope to try again tomorrow.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
