Sitting on the floor in a sparse one-room apartment
Beside all of you, cramped, with barely any space
You're all here and I can hear you laughing
In all the World Tree this is the best place
The point of life is friendship
The point of life is each other
I don't want a fancy anything
I just want to be around people who want me
Keep the gold plates, keep the rubies
Keep the fantasy clothes and the tapestries
Just give me people to laugh with
And cry and rant and scream with
Just give me people to talk with
And sing and dance badly and whisper with
And I don't care if we're off key
This is the most alive I could possibly be
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Finding Small Infinities
PoetrySo this is a collection of poetry that I've written. Some of it's very fantastical. Some of it is mythological. Some of it is domestic. There's not really one specific theme or style. They're not all about me and not all from my point of view. Most...
