A thing people should know about my work: I can start a piece about one thing sounding one way and by the end of it you forgot what you were reading about because my words make you confused yet they make sense see I read my work and I know what I was thinking when I wrote it but other people just see a mess of a paragraph using words that don’t mesh together or things that shouldn’t be put together but to me they work, I could describe to you the way I see the sky, but you’d never see the same sky, my words will tug at heartstrings maybe a word or two will send you on your own set of emotions but every word meant something
And that’s what you need to know
I may dramatically show it
Using words I can barely spell and my fingers shaking I’ll type and I’ll make it sound worse than it is
But that’s how I see it
I spend hours watching rain, see it coming from miles away the clouds which fade from a bright white to a dark grey and I watch as they break
As they pour down upon the city’s and streets as the mountains pierce them they crumble and turn into rocks
But somehow city’s and mountains stand
Rain can’t wash the concrete and stone away
I haven’t
I’m from a town, no big city’s near, I live away from the mountains and next to the coast, so truth be told I’ve grown up watching the sea
In a town where everyone knows everyone and news can travel fast
When a person gets stabbed you know in the next 3 days
When a kid goes wrong it’s apparent to all the families that live around
But still
To me this place is a city
Idk what this is about make of it what you want? Thanks