...i have this urge to submerge myself in verbs and adjectives...relative…to this life i live...subliminal messages delivered through action words...just a hop, skip & a jump from what it is I deserve...disturbing perhaps that’s it’s so close yet out of my reach…deep plunge into the aquamarine lines across the notebook paper…I write…the urge to submerge myself in words can sometimes be deadly…so I come up for air…briefly…in despair…no life vest needed…when knee deep in it…poetry spit…legitimately living it…every verb, noun, & metaphor… i implore you to explore…my words.
and my laundry room is kinda below my bedroom (which is upstairs)…the wind just blew the smell of downy into my window…im in heaven ya’ll…hanging out the window sniffing my own laundry…lmaoooo