I selected this poem today for one simple reason: this post needed to be short.
I could strum an acoustic guitar, but my main role in the band was lead singer, seeing as everyone else in the band was either too shy or too tone-deaf to sing.
I think I knew going into that summer that I was about to end things, but I wanted to enjoy a few more months of fun and sex and I didn’t have the nerve to face a summer where half of my friends hated me for hurting Aeris, which was unavoidable.
I acquired this book by winning a creative writing contest in my 10th grade English class… the Brown Sketchpad contains notes from the time I hallucinated that God spoke to me while I was experiencing a mental health crisis…
It really was a good year. In terms of feeling like I knew myself and was living the way I wanted to live, that year would be a high point until I met my wife. But time and education complicate the mind.