Jul 2020
Inspiration, pouring now,
into the *** of my own head,
An idea is formed, one drop,
eventually,i overflow,
but inspiration's slow-
and so-
i'll wait some more, and then i'll go.
into the *** of my own head,
An idea is formed, one drop,
eventually,i overflow,
but inspiration's slow-
and so-
i'll wait some more, and then i'll go.
my conceptualization of forming ideas is something like those fancy fountains you see in hotels.
(Gender Questioning/Lost in a daydream)
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