Random Thoughts... Sometimes I Have to Share Them
I don't write poetry for your social advancement, nor do I buy clothes to supply wealth to the economy. I live in my own bubble full of my own beauties that literally can never be stolen from me. I'm a book in the making.. don't know why I don't write more often. Such a solid stress reliever. Especially when my freshly washed clothes smell like food since I folded and left them in the kitchen while my mother cooked gumbo. See the thing was that I was going back to school... so no need to transport them other places and waste energy, yet I didn't realize what was happening. So I sit in my dorm room, smelling my shirt that smells like detergent and gumbo. Oh, how fun this night will be... I don't know why I don't write more. There was one time I was really stoned and decided to write whatever came to me. Let's just say that that specific essay was... (for lack of a better word) outrageous. Nothing better than a raw mind allowed nothing more than the t...