I think magazines and newspapers are due for a comeback. — Read on http://www.patreon.com/posts/55700645
I don’t give a shit what people think of me. That’s not a very poetic way to put it. But it’s the truth. I don’t care that you judge me. I don’t care that you have opinions of me, or hot takes or criticisms. I don’t care that you gossip about me or tease meContinue reading “On not giving a sh*t (poem)”
I’m weary, but I can’t rest. I can’t sleep on an empty belly. I can’t relax when I haven’t earned it. I can’t slow down, until the world stops burning down. I can’t breath, until everyone can breath, and not just breath but breath deeply and free. I’m weary, so weary, but I can’t rest.