It's never too late
Although my childhood was filled with many sunny days,
There was a lot little Elliot missed out on.
He spent much of his time simply trying to survive, enjoyment wasn't even a second thought.
So in these chapters I hope to see little Elliot as lost as he is that it's never too late to have a happy childhood.
I am the things I love
I am not my thoughts, my body, or my perceptions, if I am anything at all, I am the things I love.
Because what am I if not?
What am I if not a poet, artist, young old soul, and lover of the small things.
I love poetry more than most things I've come to know.
Something about it is so special in a way so unique I can't quite grasp it enough to describe it.
From first drafts to printed pages, there is nothing quite like it.
I am an artist, in my life art has always been there to keep me company.
Maybe he's changed his overalls more times then I can count but he's always been there.
I consider myself I child with an old soul, as I reflect my deepest thoughts with crayon.
I have a sense of wonder for the world around me, with the wisdom to write of my ever changing perspectives.
But lastly, Elliot is not Elliot without a deep appreciation for the small things.
Weather that be notebooks or fairy gardens,
There is no such thing as being too easily impressed.
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Letters from sixteen
PoetryA poetry book I wrote during periods of my life with many different facets. I wrote about happy moments, addiction, and trauma, the book becomes more depressing as it goes on. I choose the title "letters from sixteen" to capture how I wanted to capt...
