I kinda feel like I turn to poetry writing when my attention starts wandering. Which sometimes makes me feel like a horrible person. I often just string words together without much thought and post it. Then I'll occasionally get a comment analyzing it. I don't tell them how far off base they are. I was probably thinking of burritos and not the meaning of love when I wrote it. Sorry.
Maybe I'll have to add that to the descriptions. What I was really thinking.
Maybe not.
Long, long ago, when I was an angst-riddled teenager, I wrote with meaning and purpose. I'd also spend hours analyzing the meaning of song lyrics.
Then Incubus told me a song was about an arm falling asleep.
So I stopped.
And wrote stories about soup bowls instead.
Yeah, I'm just procrastinating now.
And I kinda wanna watch Labyrinth. Which is a word a am eternally grateful to have spell-check for because I will NEVER learn how to properly spell it.
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