I feel like my poems right now are more like lists and I've been reading other people's feeling their depth, tug and grace. But for some reason or a list of unfortunate events, I put down the pen last year this time and stopped my daily writing habit and discourse with myself.
I am really excited about the way poetry reattaches you to the outside as well as the inside. To the NOW of things and shifts in perspective.
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