A late, spooky-ish themed poetry.
what was the last thing you read?
Or why I haven't been posting lately.
Life updates and lots of packing tape.
You didn't think we would skip over current events, did you?
New job? Nice! Let's work on making it a great start.
What happens when you're homesick for a place you can never return?
I've never read Samuel Beckett, but I sure do like this quote.
Fears and photos.
I'm not brave, but I'm trying to be.