I don’t really fancy myself a poet or a writer. My words aren’t sophisticated enough so its a rare occurrence when I publish something... let alone finish it... So like anything else this will probly remain a work in progress.

When I write "poetry" I try to go for incomplete thoughts and phrases. Id like to leave it minimalistic to encourage the reader to complete the thoughts and imagery in their own minds.

I’ve recently... met someone whose given me a lot to think about... and felt inspired a little tonight. But this isn’t so much for and about him. It is and it isn’t... its for anyone else iv ever felt strongly for as well. This piece in particular is a bit of a statement of how much a companion can make in the life if a person with a dysfunctional mental condition.

Hope it doesn’t suck