Hi I'm plebpoet. I present a poem called "When I am alone" that I wrote a few years ago. My poetry book is incomplete and unreleased at this time, for no reason other than life distracts me, as stated in this exact poem.
I think I am going to share more poems here to test them out, give them a little exercise in the world. However, many of these were written when I was a different person. I used to be one inconsolable existentialist, and perhaps you'll see that come through. I can't decide if my poems have any value now that I can't relate to the girl who wrote them. Still love that girl, though.
I’m learning how to get along with less sleep. I’ve always been a minimum 8 hours guy. I would let myself get 7 hours sometimes but not usually.
Lately I’m getting probably 6-6.5 hours on average. I think it costs some focus and willpower, and might even threaten health more generally, but it’s an interesting trial nonetheless.