Whimsicalities

And then she kissed his nose
and he asked her, "Why on earth?"
And she giggled with her eyes
And shrugged.


Goodness gracious kids, I don't know why I'm going to do. Whenever I try to write poetryl, I get a sentence that pauses at odd times. And whenever I'm trying not to think of something, it hypothetically kicks me in the brain with its intensity. And whenever I try to make a lovely something, it turns into a simple sandwich.

Maybe I'll always be just a little below what I want to be.