It's high time we started talking to one another. While the first half of this century will be famous for introverted artists, that's not how the real stories will survive. In this poem, I talk about strangers and stories. It goes something like this: "If you look carefully when walking on a busy street, you'll see rainbow kite strings around the neck of every stranger...."
There's a quote that made me believe there's poetry in everyone. Every story we hold within ourselves has a different rhyme scheme. I want Naomi to become one of those stories, too. Would you like that? It starts like this: "Some random things you should know about Naomi..."