Nyeta. Mali!

So it was the first time today that someone read one of my poems (if you can even call it.that.)

I feel embarrassed, because I know that it wasn't good enough. Problem with me is, I don't know anything about form or structure, I just know when something's good and when it is not. And that poem is not that bad, but it was so full of cliches it went past good and back to bad again.

I am literally voicing out loud what I am typing right now because it's the only way that I can keep things intact, in my mind, at least. Else, I will forget what I am doing and yes. I am babbling, aloud

I know I should start working now. I have work to do. But I can't. I need to drink more coffee.

Hey, love

through intoxication

is how i used to live

and sometimes long to live

poof

the magic jargon