concept:
i'm laying on your lap. you're playing with my hair.
quilts and sweaters keep us warm. you're happy. i'm not
anxious or sad. everything is okay.
My goal is to make a poem
'The world perfect poem'
so deep so great full of happiness
That make a girl cry of the words
Of the joy no pain or sad.
That's my goal
My goal is to not wake
up at 40 with the bitter relization that I've wasted my
life
on a job I hate because I was forced to decide on a career in my
teens.