E.R. Jonas

As another day passes, another approaches,
Too soon to have lived, someone shall spread our ashes.

I don't really know what I'm doing. I like to write, but I'm not about to quit my day-job over it.

I am here for the same reason as everyone else, I suppose, to get better at writing and see if it's giving anyone anything.

Well, if you don't know what you were thinking, how should I know?