Ah wow, I feel like I have so much to say. I’m feeling so many things. My personal life feels okay, feels happy actually. The state of the world however horrifies me, angers me. I feel completely helpless about… this war. I want there to be something more I can do, something beyond feeling moved

A poem I wrote while quarantining.  It doesn’t make any sense, but I had fun writing it.  Note: it sounds a bit better when read out loud. The Last Storm Wash of rain escalating, winds howling.Wolves vanishing into black holes.Ghosts hidden in the organ playingso loud, so haunting.   Airplanes in the sky, silver and