What name is this?
What thought is this?
What reality do I see?
What try is this?
What cry is this?
What does “nice” really mean?
Questions, all
Forever unanswered.
Perhaps somewhere,
Somehow
It exists.
The more I write, the more the fear of my computer crashing grips me. So, to keep my beloved poems, stories, and a working copy of my novel safe, I have formed this blog. Note: not designed for easy reading, just for archival purposes.
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