they are only words
i cleaned out an old bookbag today in order to have the biggest one available to pack in for wednesday. i found at the bottom of it the notebook that i toted around for parts of my junior year in highschool. it has such a huge expanse of time and so many long stories. i really like the style i use in it, but my love for it is much deeper than that. its everything i wrote while falling in love. i think the best poetry comes from the pain of staying silent when you have something you want to joyfully scream.