^^^ here is my little cosy corner on the couch where I’ve been writing some poetry or I should say lists of random words.
I’m kind a like a bit “meh” about all these poetry books. They kind of have their place but I feel like I wish I had friends to share poetry with. I wish it was a bit like sixth form English class or That me and Mike were sat in our pyjamas with coffee coming up with ideas.
I feel a bit sad and eyoreish. Playing with words alone becomes a bit dull.
I feel humans are making a hell of the world.
It needn’t be that way.