current location of my head -
no works of fiction, and really, barely works of myself....but words of men and women that ain't me.
points that need to be made.
maybe a poem.
truth.
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
