Does Anyone Understand

you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out

cool self isolation bro now what if the people you’re hiding from truly love you and want to care for you

current mantra

bruh

i can still be a part of this world even if i am ugly and produce nothing of worth

came home drunk last night and got way too excited to see my cat

something i wish i had realized earlier: you can write poems on the same subject more than once. you can write, paint, draw the same thing over and over if you want to. you can spend your whole life making art about oranges. i think i always felt this pressure to get it right the first time like i couldn’t go back and use that inspiration again. but you can. you can go back and revisit it. you can pick up the conversation again and again if you have more to say.