i hate living in a world of expectations. they always ask about my job, or school, or where i live. what am i doing with myself? what am i making of my life? what am i, what am i, what--
i'm getting through each day alive, and i'm writing, i'm making art, i'm finding what joy i can in the endless gloom. what else matters? i do not want to make money. i want to make something meaningful.
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my writing blog: kingjames-writing
i post my poetry and some random other stuff i write there on occasion
a blog for other people's poetry i enjoy: jamesking-poetry


















