Streetlight pockmarks glow
Against a strange, smoky sky
But which way is up?
I am compelled to write poetry; the tension is beautiful. I write fiction, but for no audience. I love university, graphic novels, video games, fantasy novels, and Starbucks. I love The City. I love living by a lake. I'm waiting for something but I don't know what.
Prompt: “Hello. I love all your words. You pair them in ways that make my eyes pop out of my head every time, trying to figure out how exactly you always choose the right six words for the situation. So, I need some for me now.
I have problems that I don’t think are problem enough to be problems because they’re little if I compare to other people’s problems. But they still bring me down, sometimes, nonetheless.