Why do I write?
Partly because I’m impulsive and would just observe something as mundane as the inflection people have when they’re being sarcastic.
Just a mundane thing, like changing Key from C to D, a minor thing.
Writing on things but mostly nothing.
Its exercise to me, it’s comfortable for me, and it’s mostly for me regardless of audience or lack thereof.
I love you illuminated macbook keyboard as you are a magical carpet upon which these fingers can glide, I love you Georgia Public School System for not teaching me to put commas in the right, place as well as giving me a so-so grasp am Grammar, and thank you childhood naglect and trauma for which the quagmire in which my inspiration cometh is never without mud or moisture.
P.S. thank you Franks Red Hot for adding the spice to my life
~ ,A Love So-So
