I guess if losing a romantic interest could ever be a good thing, it would be because it can spark inspiration. Thanks to a recent fling, I conjured up two sort of sequels to a microfiction piece I wrote a little over a year ago (Space Travel). They don’t have to make sense to anyone, I just need them out there in the universe. It’s part of how I’m privately public. You can have both sides of the coin at the same time.

I also have a new poem that I wrote for a person I can’t stand but will always love.