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Ridiculously self- pressured, hopelessly (and unsuccessfully) in love for three years, and scared to write the things that matter. And that’s me on a good day . Good luck.

Message to Readers

Every writer wants someone to be moved by their price, and I am no exception. But even more important than that is personal growth. So I welcome your opinion, be it good or bad, and hope to learn from it. Happy writing!

Watching the World Pass By

January 28, 2021


I am looking at you 
I see you, smudged and wrinkled as I am
Not perfectly centered, nor glistening with tears of joy or sadness
No passion haunts this hollowed dome
I see light and darkness
But no color
Stuck permanently within pages, I will never learn to blink
To look closely, to be rubbed at, caressed, or smothered with makeup 
Because when I see the world, it will always be from the safety and prison of one place 
Born of pen and paper, I will be forgotten
Thrown carelessly into a basket of useless things
Not even granted death
Oh, how cruel, to watch from the sidelines
As others journey to foreign worlds in search of glory, companionship, love
I will stay here
For I am only an eye on paper, watching the world pass by 



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