Frank Ocean's Album and I

Blond has dropped. And the past three or so weeks, Ocean's older albums featuring Forrest Gump and Lost have been stuck on repeat. On purpose. We haven't had a long relationship, I'm not that delusional. He has no real relevance to this post other than making my train rides sweeter. 

I'd prefer to remain nameless, I'm weird about names. To lessen that blow, I'm 23 and doing a degree in what I'm sure the science and business faculties call unemployment (English Lit). I've been in search of a place to write shamelessly, to post all the dregs of my poetry and jarring beginnings of novels that have no ending. If you're intrigued by this dumb feat, you're welcome to come and browse the honest truth of my fickle brain. For now, thank you steemit for existing. 

Based in Sydney, usually found at Mcdonald's. 

Don't be a stranger, come say hey

- floomod