And years, like days pass
as water upon my face
washing away time.
And years, like days pass
as water upon my face
washing away time.
They’re good for moral support.
Some people aren’t that helpful in a crisis. Also, I’m just not sure if I’m cut out to be a poet. William Faulkner once said a failed poet is a short story writer and failing that, you become a novelist. If I fail at being a novelist, do I go on Twitter? Maybe a failed novelist is a blogger.