You’ll Find Me In the Bathroom, Gambling with Time


I hate apps
The notifications
The email reminders

I am sick
From not writing
But a blogging isn’t quite the same
It’s tied to the instant gratification
Of likes. Of stars. Of comments.
I’ll write what you wanna read
But I’d rather
Write the book I wanna read

On the other hand
I want to connect too
I want you to relate
Willing to bleed on a keyboard
to ease your head

I want to leave the world
With a legacy in print
Filled with pages,
The kind of pages you turn manually
Bound pages


3 Comments Add yours

  1. This is Faith from Sundrip.
    I lost track of you. I’ve been wondering, where is the sparrow and her songs?
    You have been missed. I wonder all sorts of things, things you wrote that I read, with concern.
    How are we virtual living things to know of your wellbeing if you say nothing?

    1. MB says:

      I was just thinking of you the other day. I’ll be back blogging now. I just got married yesterday and was taking up a lot of my time

      1. I saw something on your blog about you in Vegas doing unspeakable acts and something about your fiance.
        Congrats Mrs Sparrow..

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