By RKO

Send me home and bring down the skies. If I can remember the words I wrote yesterday, maybe I’ll feel fine. If you pay me any mind, I’ll start to lose mine. I wish I’d been a lyricist so these fractured sentences would bloom in the hearts of teenage romantics. I’m awake, and I don’t want you to forget.             Keep me around your finger. It’s so much better than feeling less than alive, than reading half-assed hormonal detective stories. You may find me less than steady, but I’m...

How Can You Ask Me Again? (11/23)

What year is it? Hello, all. I apologize for my hiatus. I actually, I wouldn't even call it a hiatus because it has been full of homework and classwork and finals work and cleaning and driving and pining and cleaning some more and waking up at weird times and so on and so forth. To sum it up, college has been a whole tragic monologue of business.  The plan was to make an update a couple of weeks ago after I had performed at an open mic night. Remember the poem I said I wanted to recite? Did not go over as well as I planned. I had...