It is late
Just after midnight
my thoughts won't let me rest
I am writing in poem form
because funner.
But, then...
When you think about it,
Life is a poem
It is a poem in verb form
which refuses to rhyme
I am not wearing glassses
I am using word suggestions
to keep myself
from spellng badly.
I will most likely
Later
Have to come back and make
E d i t s
I will make the text
Have more oomph
Watch me.
big text with big dreams.
I need a picture for this
ridiculous entry in
A blog called
Life
or
painting angels
I really can't paint well
at all
This blof is a lie.
Here's a red chandelier
deep down in a cave
A cavern, if you will..
in the underworld of
Tennessee.
It is beautiful and dreamy.
I took this picture.
That is the truth.