Fucking rain, fucking boots, fucking mud. The young man picked one foot up after the other, trudging through the mud.
Art is equally meant for the consumer and the creator. Both are tasked to interpret. Neither is meant to explain.
A poem about changes and overcoming them.
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A boy spends his day contemplating the hypocrisy of communication in the parent-child dynamic.
A haiku (and part two of The boy and the mountain);