Tag: Prose

This is what happens when i drink a pot of coffee and need to get some thoughts down on paper.

Another one done long ago. I still sort of feel this way. I dont know…the wrong time, the wrong environment…its used to feel all wrong. I still feel that way to a lesser extent, and still relate to this one fully.

Those who are enlightened before others are condemned to further pursue that light in spite of others.

-Me