Leaving this here without further commentary.
One of my favorite past times when I am out in public.
Did this one a little different than usual, like a run on sentence.
A silly music related thing.
A guilty pleasure song of mine is U2’s Elevation, because of the feeling I get from the music. Here I try to convey some of the feeling I get from that song, feelings I get despite not being fond of heights.
One of the phrases I use to describe myself.
It’s flu and cold season, and I was not spared, thus this poem.
The end of February is always the worst, I find… Winter growing old, but spring not quite there yet.
Another mental health piece if you will. Or…just a thing about the joy to be found in not doing anything.
Like the topic says, musings on stories and fairy tales.