I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

Today I will be certain that all of my feelings are of the positive variety. When I encounter others, I will realize that they each are such kind and loving individuals. Perhaps a few will need me to be even more considerate of their very own situations, than would otherwise be experienced on a normal, and average day. I am nearly done searching for all of my stereo components. Only a boom-box should be remaining along with a shelf system. I have found my turntable, but with the needle and all, I am hesitant to push it. If memory serves me, my electric guitar (the other has been donated) should be just behind the sofa, with the amp beside it. My mortar project has been delayed due to the 99% chance of rain today! Heres’ a number below, from my unfinished book of poetry-only.

As I toil in the rain, my very life’s blood flows forth, and I’m feeling no pain, as an ethereal contact gains, the celestial drips too close now to the sun, a plutonic casual endeavor remains, yet now it’s time to land, the journey’s done, the farther that they show, more clearly you will know, as mortal man-made gravity bounds us closely to the ground, in an ancient myth such majesty, offers love that we have found.