Thursday, August 22, 2013


Every night this week has ended in the same fashion: sitting in front of my poems and then shuffling off to bed with my eyes dry and nearly crossed from all the words and lines aloud. Tonight is no different. A backseat(though sometimes driving) force has been my "to listen to" playlist on Spotify, which is essentially piles and piles of songs to listen to. Finding new favorites. How did I go this long without The Raincoats? Joe Cuba echoes through the apartment. I come home and I clean while I cook dinner but then...all end the same way. Right here, in front of my work.

I'm sure I'll say more soon. But for now I go back to the grindstone and rest my face to it with a grin. I am following what I love and boy does it feel good.

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