poetry is the only thing that really makes sense.
writing
trying to make sense
of what we're doing
what it means
cough cough
lifeismeaningless
see im not really sure of a lot of **** things to be honest
just floating along
cemented to this worldliness by gravity
made of chemicals
space dust and star stuff
wondering
wandering
"what is anything" she inquires
to a poem written a thousand times
writing to be revised
writing to make sense
this doesnt make any ******* sense