If I was given the (high-paying) job of thinking of another name for April,
it would be synonymous of a time when:

my name became Pookie.

i roamed my future aimlessly.

i seriously considered cosmetology school.

i avoided honest mirrors. 

i marched to zion at least twice a day. 

i never texted back, 

flakier than a box of Kellogg's.

home became a bottomless piggy bank.
KM Photography was born!
i had nothing to show for
4 painfully perfect interview(outfits)s.
falling off the grid,

letting all the weak hang out,
and refusing to be the entertainer
felt great. 

this happened, which caused this.
all i could think of was:
how far i haven't come
how much i haven't grown
how successful i have yet to be
since a year ago,
when Nebraska flicked me
to the land of no-one-knows'.
April quickly became a reminder that
life is what happens when you're busy
waiting tables.
(and to my great relief)
May has already promised:
a new number.
a bigger map.
a better June.

is progress' strongest opponent. 

(this is still my home screen.

changing it either means

giving up

on one of the few things i ever wanted so bad

or 

letting down

this idea that 

there is one plan, one path.)

whatever you do:

keep your floors bear 

so you have no rugs for sweeping things under. 

is AWESOME. 

he's just an artist 

trying to make it 

like the rest of us:

check him out!