There was, one time or another, someplace that doesn’t really matter, a field along a road. It was a plain, undeveloped patch of fertile land whose road was undeveloped and lacking of buildings, signs,

i may love you just as well without thinking. i loved to think it as i like to love what i think. more than i love to think well enough of what i've said of love that can be well thought of, to love you,

two dimensional poetry

I'm here for the lulz, the maybes, and what-ifs I know little about how any of this works, but! I like to write and will gladly share that which I do-  I sometimes imagine myself to already