Once bitten, apparently

I'm struggling to post any more poems. I don't like how it feels knowing ‘The Illusionists' is being read.

On a sadder note, a very kind barista has moved away. They are a cool person and I wish them all the best, but I will miss seeing them around.

I have recently been confronted with my limitations, after the brain injury, which bothers me. If I post any more poems, expect them to be a bit more half-assed, as I work on other parts of my brain.