Hi. My name is Parks. Austin invited me to contribute here, so I’m going to. I’m a musician, but I also write poetry and fiction in my spare time. I try to only share stuff that comes out of me naturally, but I suppose the ability to do that is the eternal struggle of the writer. So a lot of the stuff you’ll see from me will be awful and forced, but I also have some cool poems, like this one:
My friend was telling me
He’s afraid people don’t actually communicate
Because there are so many layers in each of our minds,
What’s the chance of two people actually connecting?
It’s more likely
We just think we connect
And that’s the end of it.
You understood this idea as it just entered your mind.
Sometimes his fear is the case
But it’s actually pretty rare.
In this way,
Many of our fears don’t really exist.
I know I’ll pay for procrastinating today,
And in a way I will
But it won’t be nearly as bad as I fear
Because I’ll make it through this week
And the next.
Death could be similar.