My mind is like the weather
Sometimes clear,
Or could be better.
I'm not introverted,
I'm out-troverted
Looking for a place
For a sign with my name
I can't breathe
Can't think,
Can't heal,
Can only guess what is real
Words spinning
Dark circles
Always winning
YOU ARE READING
In The Eye
PoetrySort of like a portfolio, sort of like an autobiography, sort of like a book of poetry and short stories. Well, actually it's all of those things.