May 1st, 2015.
I had a small epiphany about my poor poor grammar and great trouble with rules of words. I wrote my first poem at five. (that I remember) and won my first award at nine. I think maybe I loved that in poetry, as art..not as in Thesis paper or English department, it’s free of many rules. I started with that in mind. Perhaps, I can blame poetry on my hackings of sentence structure and abuse of punctuation?
No. I didn’t think so. Meh.
I tried. I’ll be great at grammar and editing, yet. There is always hope.
So there we are.
May, I surrender to you now.
White Rabbits. White Rabbits. White Rabbits.