Poem: Meaning

i read somewhere, that your purpose is to give your life meaning Clever, i'd thought then now, never a truer thing I saw It's all experience, hands-on full throttle even when time moves at a snail's pace It's a real thing, to have died and still, be breathing, limbs moving It was/is my experience living on … Continue reading Poem: Meaning

Creative Prompt: Three kinds of holes

Physical. Mental. Metaphysical. The things in the road made from friction and sub-par materials. The mines in our heads where lie some gold and plenty ghosts. The assholes that riddle the fabric of reality, a shame you can't launder character. Prompt by Little Fears