for anyone out there struggling, please live. trigger warning: if you are sensitive to allusions to suicide or death than please avoid this book. i thought this was completed but turns out grieving takes a crap ton of time.

meraki (greek) v. when you leave a piece of yourself in your work im trying to write poems about all the things bothering me. occasionally there is a feel good poem but dont expect too much. i hope u will take the time to read this little big part of me. - s.a.m

"If they aren't pretty when they are dead, then why bother keeping the bodies in my cemetery? Just burn them. Burn all of them, and give me the charming ones." I laughed at how psychotic he sounded; or even how psychotic he was."You're young, why do you even own your own cemetery? That can't even be legal." "Why bother concerning yourself over my affairs? This cemetery-" he quickly corrected himself, "My cemetery is the most luxurious and ravishing of them all." He bent down, and began to whisper in my ear, "And I know, that you, my lamb, understand my funeral style, don't you?"

A collection of my reminiscences as when I find the right words to express them. Some parts are rhyming and some are not. Some are poetic and some are prose. Some are just few words and others are long sentences. Give a read to them and enjoy, even if you don't agree to most of 'em. 😊