Memoiries
I never know what to write anymore. Like it takes courage I don't have, or something.
I like to see my thoughts develop, but not in print.
Sometimes I think I could publish something, but not at this rate
And by the time I've worked up the courage, my thoughts will have sunk back into the mundane, back into the down comforter, back into the sudsy sink.
Sometimes I think I could publish something, but not on this date
1 comment:
Well mate, memories are there for sharing, and knowing your intelligence and courage, your thoughts that will turn into boks, and articles are worth reading. loveumeanit.
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