These words were left behind on the nightstand of my deceased uncle, Carl Leigh Will. A lifetime of crippling alcoholism and major depression met him with his untimely demise, dead on the floor of a supermarket after one week of sobriety he'd achieved.

His linguistic brilliance rivaled even the beatniks - and yet, the talent died upon the birth of an addict.

Here is a piece of what otherwise, will never be.

Absorb it how you wish.

I had feelings once.

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)

This is the epitome of interactions within Southern California's Top, private universities; when you're on scholarship, unaffiliated with Greek Life, and without an agenda and/or facade. Entities more superfluous and shallow than one could ever fathom, save for when in happenstance.

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)