Jots

When I can’t seem to think of words to write I jot thinks that might be words I can write about. Hidden in this brain cell, these words look to escape and be freed. They look to become past, present and future jargon. Something somebody enjoys reading, while they too ponder their creative genius…

Date night

We sat 

We spoke 

We gazed

We slept

I want so badly too

Well too be

Or not

But more likely

I’d like to be



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