My name is Dawson. To kick off National Poetry Month, these are my concessions.
What does it take to make you happy? And what happens when you can’t find a way to be happy? It’s really all we want. Right?
What would a perfect day look like? Or a perfect anything, really? I’m not sure, but I may have already gotten a taste.
Hopefully one day I’ll figure out what it is I’m running away from. Until then, I guess I’ll just perfect the rhythm.