I can't be here, I have to be there. When I am there, I wish I were here. When I have to be inside, I want to be out. When I am outside, I know I should be in. Is there ever a time we don't struggle? Is there a time we are completely satisfied?… Continue reading The Blessed Things We Do
Struggling with what to write about I am trying out poetry for the first time if that is even what to call this prose.