I take pleasure in knowing that no matter how painfully ugly things may come to be in this life, at least we can cling to arts for sanity.

This is my art. This is my sanity. My words and my poetry is me, holding myself up into the light, because no matter how I spit out dramatic monologues and romantic tragedies in the form of poems and prose, I will never be empty— I will always have something inside of me that no words will suffice to articulate, and I believe that’s something so majestic, something so stellar.

There will always be more words left to find, more left to write, and more left to read.

I grant you the access to read some of mine, in the slightest chance that they may resonate with something in you. :))

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