enumerate that 30/30 was a journey, guys. Like the hippietastic pilgrimage holy fuck what are these feelings inside me kind of journey. And I rather enjoyed it, except for those nights where I was like ohmygod it’s 10 PM what is my poem for the day what is life (read: most nights).
But in the end, I have 30 poems, and I’m proud of the majority of them. Which is super awesome. And I’m going to print them out and keep them in my room. Because I’m that…that.
And because I’m OCD enough to have spent the last forty minutes hunting through my tumblr for them and putting them all in a word doc.
I would suggest to you all to try this sometime, if you want. At the end, you feel rather…triumphant.
Today has just been a triumphant day.