of an uninvolved
It keeps going. My mind won't shut off.
Is this even poetry?
What is poetry?
I have purchased a trumpet from eBay. It will be pretty and probably pretty crappy but I will learn now.
It is heartening to see me closer to becoming a "well rounded person," as frightening as that may seem. I just hope it isn't so atrocious sounding that I can't relearn it.