kites on the swamp and music in my head

ok... so there's only one person flying a kite out on the swamp, but the plural form is much more poetic

I've been done with classes for over 24 hours and I've yet to work on either of my papers. I don't really have time to goof off, but all I've got in my head is thoughts of music and playfulness, kites and RPGs, sensation and sex.

This is not productive...


random poetry:

scars across my face
and unseen imperfection
hold me here

and yet I thank God

run the distance
forgetting what I lack
creating what I need

and together, fall