it still takes me a long time to decide that I might have anything worth saying.
I dilly-dally in poems, reciting them in your mind, just to see if they mean anything.
somedays, I sing the flow of forever, and other days it is a struggle of apostrophes.
no matter, I am still here, penning the past and the present like the future doesn't matter.
this small organization was founded on the principle that love can be resurrected.
I sincerely hope I am right, for my altruistic chest can only visit one more mechanic.