There is a power in creating your own world. It's not the sort that fills you with godlike self adulation, but it's the slow encroaching growth of a smile as you carve a world out of stone. Perhaps it is the pleasure of the creator to see what we have drawn together from a myriad ideas, and stitched it together like a quilt of thought. It slowly rises and takes form before us that we see our craft become living. And that is what I do. I draw and create to explore. My hands wresting form from nothing and making the shadows dance to my tune. And into each beautiful shape, I breath a spark, that it may tell it's own stories. I create, I birth life into thought... I make from force of will...

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PoésieI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.