KimchiKrow

Once upon a time, in the early 19th century, there lived a young man named Tim who was known for his wild imagination and love for creating new inventions.

And then.. And then what he said tapping his pencil on his chin. He was almost done with the story, but just couldn’t figure out how to end it. It could’ve been a happy ending? A mysterious ending? Or maybe just a cliffhanger?

1715 Hours. Tom Matt Private Eye’s Office

I always thought that superheroes were so cool. Like who wouldn’t think that shooting lasers out of your eyes, having invisible jets, a car that can turn into a motorcycle, and being able to fly wasn’t cool. My 3rd grade self didn’t think so.

When you see a fork in the road what do you do? Go left? Go right? Or ruin the story by standing there and thinking about which way to go then turning around and going home?

(Climbing a mountain) "I LOVE WRITING POETRY' I say on the hilltops 

(Finishing The American Poetry Museum) "I love written poetry" I say in the gift shop

(In a cafe with a friend) "I love writing poetry" I say in small talk