What Happens When I Take Part in Psych Experiments

I write poetry! Yay!


I become increasingly aware of the expansiveness of the universe
Aware of how far my feet are from the ground
As if the hardwood underneath me was insufficient, a false reality
That could vanish instantaneously, causing my body to shatter
With shards of my soul floating into the atmosphere
Twinkling, fake stars in an endless sky

A Poem and An Apology.

I will get back to this. Little blog, I have not forsaken ye. I just have school to worry about for a little bit longer.

Anywho, here is a poem to tie you over.

I've never been good with stilettos.

Maybe its just my terrible balance,

but I've always preferred to keep my feet

firmly planted on the ground.

That way I can stand tall

without risk of toppling over.