Scriblings
I'm still internetically (just checked it and it's an actual word, yikes) here. Recent times brought back my teenage poetic mug back from the past, for better or worse I don't quite know yet, but as Kurt Vonnegut (not so famously) said: “A writer is very fortunate in that he can cure himself every day, if he is able to write every day, he has done himself some sort of great psychological favor” So here it goes, two scriblings one in english and one in polish, feel free to over analyze if you happen to stumble upon them. Oh Hi Darkness (16.12.2021) Hey darkness Why serious so? Why so serious black. And cinematically inept. Hey darkness You make me questionable And dreadfully ambiguous When I take holiday snaps With you. Hey darkness I misplaced my keys Could you help me find them? Never mind. Hey darkness You ever thought that Your duel with matches is not fair? Even the sun won't stand a chance. Perhaps you should start picking on equal opponents, Like time. Fkcjd ffj...