My dad would totally not let me go to sleep last night. It was super cute. We were chatting on Facebook. (His mother's health is declining, and he has feelings.) I haven't shared this blog with him yet (or many people, really) because I don't want to censor myself. Rejection is real, people, and it hurts. But I'd like to think I am growing into taking more risks and being more vulnerable with those I care about.
Haiku for April 30, 2013
"Are you writing much?"
(Should I let my dad see this?)
"Just some short pieces."
An autobiographical short poem a day (except when I don't).
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