I have been racking my brain for hours on end..What should my first real post be? I’ve planned it out a thousand times in my mind. I suppose I never seriously thought that I would have enough courage to make an anonymous account -oh the irony- but I finally did. So here I go. I’m going to start with a poem I wrote awhile back.
I spend the majority of my
“Free” time learning.
By learning I mean reading quotes.
I find deep, dark quotes
And I read for hours
I stalk the deep writers
And occasionally find the nerve
From deep down
to contact them.
I become attached
And on very rare occasions
I begin writing again.
I imagine another person out there
Laughing at my foolish attempts
As even my writing means nothing.
Making sense to no one but me
I am simply
To be deep
My entire life is a pretending.
I don’t know where to begin, or if anyone will ever read this, but I suppose I will figure it all out in good time. You will read of the pieces of me that almost no one knows even exists. You will read my feeble attempts at poetry and maybe, someone, somewhere, will feel similar to me. Please, just bear with me..It’s a long story.