******* do I struggle to write,
truly though- can I call it writing?
when it more reads like text to speech.

this is another one of the unoriginal concepts of
"oh I'm struggling so hard to write"
("pity party" someone calls out in the back)
like I haven't mentioned that one before.

now I know that everyone has those troubles,
but my biggest worry?
is if I ran out of my stock of creativity
(restocking ETA. N/A)

also, man, some of you guys are GOOD.
like Anais? she's a star,
there's no doubting she's on the leaderboard of the greats,
by now she's at least got Kafka beat down a spot or two.

Bogdan Dragos? ******* if there hasn't been a better story teller,
I highly doubt there has, (go buy his book y'all )
patron saints, artificial happiness, and a cat in a warm shoe.
another example of my happy jealousy.

because frankly I'll say that I'm jealous of these two,
because just wow, almost every one of their poems and I get goosebumps.
poetry is magical.
if you can write it =]