There are too few
Somebodies. Me and you,
we're Anybodies, through and through.
A short twist off of Emily Dickinson's poem.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
1 comment:
love times a million.
and thanks, i haven't cried yet but i'm certainly driving myself insane.
we should have an adventure sometime before you leave for AZ.
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