ha.

extra crappy periods in my life tend to be my muse.

except, lately, i’m blocked. i haven’t written poetry in ages. and you can see by all the quiet days and weeks on this blog that i’m kinda garbage at that, too, even with a daily prompt.

i wish i could just be consistent with it, you know? i love the feeling of words pouring out of my hands, emptying my head onto a page. hearing the clickety clicks of the keyboard as my fingers fly.