I am an artist
I am made from words
That I didn't know were inside me before I used them
I am pages and pages of stories
From the back of my mind and the bottom of my heart
I share pieces of myself in hopes that they could be of use to someone
Who perhaps themselves have missing parts
I want to bring my mind to life,
To touch people from afar,
To hold their hearts in my hands and whisper to it
What are we if not for the mark we leave,
On paper and in memory
Who are we if not for the things that we love
That we dig from the deepest parts of ourselves,
And set into the world with no safety net
Passion runs deeper than blood
And to root that out, to put it on paper,
Is as astonishing as the bravery
That lives inside of the writers
Who paint the world with their words
