I know that I’m not just a waste
I think therefore I am
I know each minute can’t be replaced
I’d love some strawberry jam
Do I exist beyond my words?
Or was I written off?
But that would sound somewhat absurd
Excuse me if I cough
I’m the imperfect lines in poetry
The scribbles in some pad
The jagged sketches, incomplete
I’ve gone completely mad
I’m the splattered paint in canvas board
The neon among the pale
The sweetest in a pile of gourd
The epic win in fail
The name’s ddrei, remember that
So we can get along
I am ddrei, remember well
And I’ll sing you a song
I have an adopted cat, of whom I named Wookie. I got him last September from our little farm place. We used to think he was a she, THANKFULLY, he grew balls. HAHAHAHA. He's a year old now.
He has learned how to wake the sis up in the morning, which is a good thing because I don't have to do it myself. He was grown to a liking of high places, thus the sis keeping an eye on her figurines and such. My dad thinks all he does is eat and sleep. Well, IT IS. That's why its growing fatter by the day! And Wookie has become really spoiled.
Ahahaha! I love my cat. FUCK, I'm going to be single for the rest of my life. `ddrei logging out.
