He ate flowers. this mentally challenged boy from the countryside I used to watch him in the fields when I visited my grandparents as a kid He was like an exotic thing a wild beast chasing static pray They had no chance, the flowers he would assault them with a killer’s smile, frothing, and […]
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Daydreaming as a profession 