I've been neglecting any sort of written expression aside from doodling incoherent messes on test papers and post cards; why?
I've come to the conclusion that I'm figuratively constipated. I have too many things buzzing around my brain and not enough nets to catch them in. With me being on Winter Break for the next month or so I think I should have sufficient time to get my fleeting thoughts in order.
For now, I'll just poet you something. Yes, poet is now a verb.
Absurdly apparent, you try and hide,
covering and mocking yourself, full of pride.
Reveal what you truly feel,
hurt and angst,
stop with the bullshit, tired, child pranks.
Waxing and waning, emotions on high,
up and down she goes, though she never ever cries.
Wham, bam, thank youuu ma'am
From now on I am aware of my Textual Activity Blog and will post more often... and because of this I'll feel less constipated. Thank Heavens, capital H.
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