Untitled 1 (just some of my writing from my freshman year of high school)

[busker]

The black hole, the toxins, the breath. They are the content. The idea and emotion are in the nothing in everything. The scenes everywhere and nowhere make a broken glass sense: but it's something the person reading it brings to it from far away. Broken reflections. I see that; but many people will see a flow of disconnected poetic attempts. There might be some  immanating-adhesive to infect it all with one floorplan, and you could study it for that center.

I’m happy that you can put it all together, I have had a couple people tell me that they don’t really see any path when I write at times, or even understand why i write something in a certain way. I also thank you for taking your own time to read my old write, I was only about 14 when I decided to create this little piece so it’s not my best attempt.

How old are you now? 
The crit you get as an adult is different than the crit you get as a non adult