... like the rhymes.
i am just a wee child really. and if it doesn’t rhyme… it is not poetry, damnit.
j/k. i don’t know. i just think of little phrases and then create the rest around them. i had a good one pop into my head before and now i have to let it percolate for a while.
i like to romanticise loss and confusion. maybe this says something about me? do i need tragedy in my life? or do i have tragedy aplenty in my life, and this is my coping mechanism? gosh, who knows? seriously, one could so easily entail the other.
i don’t really collect them anywhere. they just come, and they go.
maybe i should make a little collection for myself? :)