POINT NEMO

casting line into the internet ocean. hello im jo.

setting up in the middle of this storm leaves you with ideas backed up by no context. consistency could have prevented that but experience isn't easily forgotten everything will come in its time.

i recently came across this poem when searching for something to put on a card. it wasn't what i was seeking at that moment but seeking it i was. funny how shel silverstein hides behind children's stories.

“She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew.”

i dont know what else to write, reeling in