Pride in our emotions is as
familiar to us as our name.
Inflexible declarations, of how we
become ourselves, won't salvage grace
or beauty in the war for independence.
Only memories of being a fool; yet a
kind fool, a sincere fool; hold
inspiration during uncertain times.
Only empty company brings us
back to ourselves.
Inside this blog are writings of poetry, journal entries, fiction, non-fiction, and other blurbs created to practice writing and find inspiration for the novel I one day hope to write.
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