Hello and yes! I'm still alive!
It's been a rough few months. A new semester started what seems like only a couple weeks ago and now it's almost over (which I don't mind one bit)! I am attempting NaNoWriMo this month. It's not going very well, but it's been fun so far.
Here's a poem for you. I'll probably be featuring a few of my favorite poets this month just to get through things more smoothly.
Though he was cold
His hands were cold but yet he played somehow
the guitar's strings worn out and old
His teeth chattered and tears came
but yet he somehow began to sing
the guitar's harmony, his voice strained
"Fly me to the moon" he said
and stroked her cold cheek
"let me play..."
and his voice rang sweetly
Teeth chattered, voice old
with him she sang though she was old.
And when he sang "fly me"
with her last breath she said "to the moon."