nohandsplease
a straw is the gateway to life. to water, which is life. the passion i have behind straws is immense, when they're curly or bendy, i love them more. it turns into an adventure when you slirp through them. so refreshing to have the life flow through you from that straw.
switching as the day goes on. to and fro with the wind an leaves as you run through.
what am i writing?
dont think just write.
i cant not think my mind overpowers everytime i try, its too difficult for me and i dont know why.
hey, that rhymed.