I never quiet know what to blog about

Which has roots in the same problem that I've been experiencing in other aspects of my life but I'll drop the faux pretension and self awareness. Instead, I would like to post a sincere and heartfelt poem that I've written. It's all about my feelings and other stupid shit.

Breath,

Please, take breaths,

Deep and hearty

For questions are

Disarmed and existence

Is the fruit of our exploits.

Serenity was left behind

But there were none

To mourn her.

Her corpse was prepared

WIth pomp and vigor -

Her flesh sustaining

Our bowels for days

On end.

The crowns of puberty

Were kept as a sacrifice

To our moonlight goddess.

She gorged herself,

Expanding and contracting

As her size swelled

With incomprehensible glory;

Maria fed and the mountains quaked.

- by Eric Donzell Toles