Poetry

Here I am again. The click of the keyboard soothing my itch. An outlet of my brain into a piece of plastic, tiny screen, and ultimately a limited point of contact. Somehow this urge needs to come out. A faucet drip to relieve the pressure in my thoughts. Better out than in. I never really say that.

hello world! I am here to begin breathing life. It's been too long since I created. It's time to say hello to my own little world again.