on this sunny day i went to the park with my sketchpad, my new hardbound black notebook (which i absolutely adore), and a pencil to seek some inspiration.
wasn't able to finish anything, but i will share my favourite from all the bits of random babble i wrote

i am your gravestone in this town.
the only reminder of your presence
is the sorrow on my face
and the unshed teardrops in my eyes.

wrote a bunch more of possibly unusable poetry (or parts of poetry. i cannot tell.) about random things like spaghetti for dinner, red double decker buses, evan rachel wood, and london boys with english accents. hopefully i could make magic with those. theyre pretty awful.


school starts tomorrow. somebody please shoot me now? :)