In my dream, Ohio is the promised land. And I’m meant to write. I’m in a million pieces. Constantly dividing. I’m always lost on a strange campus. And I almost miss my cue to dance. My mother doesn’t like me. And long dead cats are alone in a strange basement.
December is here. I’m somewhat surprised at that. I knew it would probably come, but the world might have decided to end on November 30. I wouldn’t blame it. The world must be tired. It’s been here a long time. It’s had to put up with a lot. I bet (if it could), the world […]