10:57pm
11th February 2012
Like an ice cream shop during winter.
I like to write poetry. No matter how shitty they are, truly, I do. But it takes emotion and inspiration to be able to do so. And my life has neither. I am passive, not emotional at all. And my life is uninteresting and as uneventful and boring as an ice cream shop during winter (? see, I can’t even formulate a proper metaphor!) that no inspiration would dare come venture.
