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I am a painter, a craftsman with words and imagery. I’m not well versed in the ways of poetry, but I’m here to learn and grow. My future is shrouded in dreams, hopes, and falling-star wishes. I’ve always written as an escape, a way to step back and just…fantasize. To let these pen-stained thoughts take flight and soar past the state of whimsical illusion straight into reality. This wonderful masquerade we call life can be overwhelming with all the enigmatic colors and deafening white noise that scorches our ears and drowns out our thoughts, but I can honestly say that I enjoy every moment in this world. At the same time, I am anything but a liar so I can’t declare that my soul has made it through this bloodbath unscathed. I’ve had my own share of anguish and despondency and my skin and heart are riddled with healing wounds and moonlit scars. Nonetheless, I try to keep my chin tilted up and my lips parted because even the worst storm will fade if it sees you dancing in the puddles.
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