all that really matters to me is that there are critics.
I have this rage that I can't explain. It's sad.
Allow this poem to carry you beyond yourself, transcending your mortal flesh as you wed yourself with the potentially infinite.
The problem with this poem, from your perspective, must be its lack of financial value. I guess my problem with you, from my perspective, is how you insist on putting a financial value on everything.
My thoughts are really all I think about.
The universe can be incredible! Just try to take this moment in. This is really something!
I do feel like I have important, beautiful things to say about the world, I just can't think of them at this particular instant.
