No one reads this anymore.
A life filled with waiting.
Those little grey periods of space covered by silence.
Boredom and silence.
I feel like I am sitting at a console keeping watch.
When I look down the only options I see are eject,
eject, and eject.
A life of grand plans, abandoned five minutes later.
Sometimes the sacrifices we make, make us.
Getting my hands dirty.
Mud, clay, shit, hope.
I’m excited to see the sculpture these fingers mold.Ā
Great work!
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Thank you š
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I appreciate the whole aesthetic on this blog…not to mention the blunt, rawness to your authentic poetry. Please never stop!
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This is a really beautiful comment, thank you!
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Good post! I am keen to see what pottery you churn out!
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I dunno about pottery but i’ll keep trying with the poetry š haha
Thanks!!
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