May 2011
4 posts
Realization I had in the shower today.
I tap my butt simultaneously with both hands after getting out of the shower and putting on my underwear. Pull em up by the sides, snap the waistband, tap my butt, and continue getting dressed. As soon as I realized what I had done, I noticed that I do this every time I get dressed in the shower. It’ll probably stop now that I’ve caught myself and I don’t know if that’s a...
Poetry is run-on sentences.
You will never be as beautiful as you are
in the eternal moment that is now
and with every thought that changes
the being which is perfect
and refined
the timeless essence that rejects its beauty
and doubts its being
is reaffirmed by those with blind eyes
who know gold
that has been blackened by hands covered in grime.
