Danger

When I find myself thinking in poetry, I get scared –

That’s the forewarning.

The point where I can’t control my thoughts anymore is when I put my hair up in a ponytail, roll up my sleeves and say “well shit, here we go”. If I’m going to take the plunge, might as well do it on my own terms.

 

 

Damn you, words.

“That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.”
― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

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