Existential Crisis Poem

Rain brings flowers Spring into leaps Spontaneous impulses and speech Blooming pressure No need for sleep With this special mission This...

It's like I know something is off, but I can't put my finger on it until, it's like oh sh*t it's here! It's like a beautiful sense of...

It was a Monday. I drove an hour and a half into the city on a November night to see one of my favorite bands! Sylvan Esso!! The best...