This started out as an experiment
Write a few things down
See what happens
Have a few drinks
Tell a few people
Walk around town
and
with my chest out,
and my boots on,
I’d brag about being a poet
I’d claim to be a writer
Pretty much,
just to
get the attention
of one
woman.
What am I now?
A little later in life
Still writing stuff down
Still claiming to be some writer
I just have a blog
That not a lot of people read
Well it’s something,
isn’t it?
Isn’t it?
-C.H.
“What is one thing you couldn’t live without?” … “Breathing!” “That’s not what I mean.” “Oh… Eating!” “I don’t mean things you actually need to survive. Most people say something like music, or coffee
“What’re you searching for?” “Answers.” “To what?” “Everything.” “Well that’s a silly thing to search for.” “It is?” “You’ll never find it.” “I won’t?” “You’ll only find more questions.” “I don’t unde
Here’s one just for me Just to play A Piece Of The Pie These words Create My world These words Are really only heard By me A place to be free But then it happened Magic I am in control of more than I
