DoesntDeserveATitle

i am in india
i wish i had more any inspiration to write
but the leaves still fall when they're green, and everyone stares at me because i'm white
and trash fills the streets and angsty poetry fills teenage hearts and sadness fills your brains

i'm almost forcing myself to write this
i'm listening to homeshake
asking for anything
i don't want to become a resident
i don't want to get stuck
i want to move forward and progress
(this is turning into a post about me, again)


my goal is to have no drafts/post everything/write down every idea/try to snowball/roll with it/go with the flow/read/revise/post/for yourself if no one else

everything i've done recently has been so new and exciting, i hope to keep it up at home