I don’t even know where to begin with this one.
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There’s no point in me rehashing this in detail so I’ll keep it brief:
I’ve been writing on the Internet for as long as the Internet has existed, but due to my imposter syndrome, I have deleted all of those blogs and stories except the ones I still have on Medium.
I don’t need to learn anything from anyone when I am reading blogs online, and I don’t feel like this is the place where I am going to bring readers to teach them something I barely know.
I barely know anything, so how could I, anyway?
But here’s … Read the rest
It’s been nearly
five years
and I’ve grown
weary
waiting for you,
but you said
the end is near,
the delay
almost over,
so in a few days
I’ll be making room
on a particular finger.
I’ll be as ready
as I’ve been
for nearly five years.
There’s nothing I want
more than us.
Photo by JUDY ANN DAYOT on Unsplash
People think
I’m only joking
when I say
I want to run away
to a tropical island
where no one can find me —
but with my luck,
I’ll get nothing more
than a skerry
to cling to,
and the waves will
keep pounding me
either way.
Still, having the chance,
I’d go.
Photo by Geoffrey Moffett on Unsplash
For months we’ve
prayed for rain,
heeding burn bans,
losing the chance this year
to sit around fire pits
shooting shit with friends,
watching stars fall,
pretending this is fine,
and we’ll live to see
a better world
before we’re gone.
Photo by Kittitep Khotchalee on Unsplash
