My take on ideas that never make it to page.
i always find it hard grasping... the thought
i saw this while staring through a glass of water, remembering its simple pleasures - now i only see it as a utility.. such changes
I still love this one...hopefully it is mostly self-explanitory...
i just want to thank Tantric for inspiring me, nurturing the seed that i sowed into this poem -- "Mourning"
For the "family". [Freshman Year]
