Life is kinda like poetry:
Not good poetry. Bad poetry.
It doesn't flow smoothly or rhyme where you want it to.
It's choppy and immature.
It rarely makes any sense.
An empty canal on a late spring day;
From lover, to "friends" to painful silence
I live bad poetry and celebrate good poetry
And I write a lot of bad poetry.
photography by Arella B.
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