It’s hard to write when
I’m not saying anything lovely.
Explicitly.
Perfectionism breeds apathy,
Or suicide.
Both are pride,
Maybe.
Who could know?
My Cup Spilleth Over (I’m Empty)
Present Based Thoughts on Other Times
Present Based Thoughts on Other Times
It’s hard to write when
I’m not saying anything lovely.
Explicitly.
Perfectionism breeds apathy,
Or suicide.
Both are pride,
Maybe.
Who could know?
Look Down, Be Here 