Mad to Live

The name's Esse.
College student. Am, and forever will be, a child. I enjoy
drinking out of straws (they make everything taste better,)
writing bad poetry,
drinking cheap red wine whilst writing said poetry,
playing the ukulele (mine is bright orange which just makes it that much more wonderful,)
amongst other non-traditionally-productive pastimes --though I beg to differ...if drinking wine isn't productive, I honestly don't know what is.

“The Little Boy and the Old ManSaid the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”Said the old man, “I do that too.”The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.”I do that too,” laughed the little old man.Said the little boy, “I often cry.”The old man nodded, “So do I.”But worst of all,” said the boy, “it seemsGrown-ups don’t pay attention to me.”And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.I know what you mean,” said the little old man.” ― Shel Silverstein
  • 14 June 2013
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