The following is a poorly written poem...

There's been many draft posts sitting here, waiting for me to finish. But that hasn't happened. Instead, I have this random piece of nothingness that I typed up on my newly possessed iphone. Enjoy.


Those bittersweet moments come
back to me like I am the one to blame.
I smell your after the rain, wood cabin
scent on the body of a stranger walking
past me. You can't imagine how much I hate
to love the tingling it creates in my nostrils
and my brain. Remembering car rides
and adventures that cannot be revisited
should be outlawed. I never was coherently
in sync with the emotion that walked me.
And now it only stalks me when it shouldn't,
leaving guilt.