Sooooo finding ME!
I get a shit ton of writing done, insomnia sucks, but these poems lately have been deep. I've a massed 3 full journals in 3 months. All of them with the first page stating, "should I die and you all FINALLY find them, they are never to be published. I am a woman who appreciates depth without applause for it. Respect that. Turn them over and I will haunt all of you. Love, Mom"