Why do I pretend the glass is my protective barrier?
Just on the other side lies mystery and what lies behind me?
I want to play in the fog.
I can’t get lost if I don’t know where I am going.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poem A Day by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience