“I’ve become desperate to simply go about my life without needing an explanation, to be fine realizing it’s impossible to know what’s next.”
“So maybe this random poem found on a Tuesday still means something to me. And maybe it will speak to you, too.”
“Over the past few years, polyamory has been seeping into the mainstream and, as so often with new things, is quickly relegated to being a trend and linked to a loss of values in the younger generation.”
Isn’t synchronicity delightful?
“Every day I woke up with a smile and a slight hangover in a bed with a frame that was completely broken.”
If taken together and interpreted a certain way, these poems may paint the picture of an individual who is discovering that depending on external validation is a dead-end; the small moments and aspects of ourselves we learn to treasure are what matters.