All I Am. All I Have. Is Words.

so many poems to edit and finish.

too much a.d.d. and procrastination keeping me from polishing them off.

not giving a fuck tends to help when one keeps choking on their own words.

the fewer fucks i give, the more honest my work.  

we’re guna keep using this tactic and maybe, just maybe, my anal retentive need to try and write the perfect poem will subside.  

now if i could just get myself motivated enough to actually memorize my pieces like i say i will … . .