I’ve been lacking pretty words… Maybe words in general and yet still they run through my mind like dogs chasing rabbits in the wild.

A writer should be able to put words into lines, sentences into paragraphs, paragraphs into novels, stories… Something.

I claim to be just that… A writer. Yet my words are always in a form that no one likes or understands; lost in the hands of others and only treasured in the lands created in my brain.


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