Often as a writer I pour over whether what I am writing is something that should command any attention. I reach out for the ethereal words to grasp them from the semi-opaque vapors in my mind that pass for thoughts, trying earnestly to say something significant. It is nearly inexpressible how I often feel that this is an exercise in futility: I can never say it well enough. It will fail, I fear… I believe. I even wrote an untitled poem back in early March that I posted on my personal Instagram (@prramer) that spoke to this feeling of inevitable failure at words.
Wet Asphalt
You never know when something is going to catch your eye––at least I never do. A simple walk from work to my car turned into a photo opportunity. Surely, some people wondered what could that person be taking pictures of. I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity as I took the last pictures on my … Read more Wet Asphalt