As I remember, I learn to forgetthe buoyant memories that linger.When I am foundering, I resurface,only to drown in the world’s stigma.As masking as the calm, glassy sheetsegregating this pond of thought is,this curtain between dreamsand the world has...

The mediocre march into oblivionwhile watching TikTok videosand never reading a book or writing apoem.They don't know the difference betweenan orchid or an iris.The mediocre march intomadness sleeping untilnoon, while neglectingBukowski and Mozart.They don't know howto play an instrument.No idea what...