Nails on a chalkboard,
This poem was written in an English class, during a discussion of Tony Hoagland. I've been think a lot lately about thinking, and this poem embodies how I really feel about thinking, Music to my ears. When ever I think, there is no one to tell me that I'm wrong, however sometimes this leads to misguided thoughts and opinions. Occasionally I'll share some thoughts, but generally I keep them to myself to savor them and turn them into poems and other things.