Office Treasures

If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, what’s the road to heaven made of?

As much as I sometimes like to swear, I cannot put those words into my poems, even when they feel appropriate, because it sounds wrong when I read them out loud. Weird? IDK. It just is. And whenever I read poems with effs in them, they turn me off.

Remember, I saw Smile the other day? I’ve been mulling over the movie, and I think it’s about trauma, how we process it or not and what it does to us, regardless if we are conscious of its impact on our lives and decisions. Or … I could be totally off.

I was moving stuff around in my bedroom and I hurt my lower back. I just want the pain to go away! Aside from that – I’m proud of my first French poem. 🙂 I did it!

Fri Oct 07, 2022