I am well aware that I have stuck to the tradition of only writing 50 poems per book. But hear me out.
Something happened as I came to the close of this book. More ideas kept coming, and I couldn't stop them. So I just wrote them out.
I am not going to put them into another book because the next book I publish is going to be a project of sorts and I don't feel that I want to take away anything from that.
So I present to you the empty rooms of my mind that have not been discovered yet, and the parts of me that I haven't found.
There is more, and something tells me
there always will be.
Enjoy the extra poems,
Love SK
