Poetry

Last night I was snooping through my room and stumbled upon a book of my poetry stuffed to the brim with loose leaf of poems waiting to be added.
I spent the later part of the evening putting the stragglers in and remembering where the poems came from.
Instead of a journal, the poems talked about the life I was leading rather than the activities from day to day.
I felt very nostalgic.

I found one that was just as applicable today as it was when i first wrote it in the back of my Math Notebook.... (Construction-insert here)
Though I feel more alive now then i have in two years, I'm just not inspired to write more poetry right now.

Just waiting for the creative spark...

10 Days until San Diego...I simply cannot wait. <3