There is complete emotional collapse after every creative high. An i shout aloud, "GodDAMNit, Katie, for once, just once, can we not go through this?!?!?! An that bitch just laughs at me. Ahahaha... on an equally insignificant note, my best friend destroyed my entire collection of poetry with a single word, when she hands it back to me and asks simply, "WHY?" WHY??? what do you mean WHY?!?!?! WHAT THE FUCK who asks that?!?! fakmweosuajwp??!?!?!!!!!^#(@@*&($&4^*!!!!!!!!! What do you want from me? I have no great meaning to offer, no strong opinion to give, no big solution, the world will remain as it ever was when I'm gone. All I have to offer are portraits... pictures I see, and these need no reason why. I missed you kids.
Anytime I see a light at the end of a tunnel I know I fell asleep on the railroad tracks again. I like/love your poetry too Katie. Your friend's just jealous and if you want, I'll destroy her for you.