Ky Yler

It's the 1st day of September 2024. I have been planning this book since earlier Summer, later Spring. I published it in the fall and I think it is a retrieval of unspoken expression I wanted to wane from me. Yes, I was declining but through this book— I was tending to reprieve myself from the culpability it should have never been mine alone. This is my form of reclaiming what I have felt the last remaining summer. 
          
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I just realized how my short stories and even my novel gave off this common trajectory within its story flow. The conclusion is quelling perhaps in a way with stains of affliction and sorrow. The apparent ground is because I have been locked into the wretched cave I cannot even escape from. Therefore, I want to show the diverse emotions and feelings of my new gleeful youth experience. Everything was heavy to me, like an intense downpour pricking every action I suffice. There will still be a steely morning, afternoon, evening, and midnight however— the landscape of art will be more radiant as loud as the volume of the sunlit on contrary to the past days, months, and years I shed my eyes with blood and salty liquid. 
          
          So... See you? See you in the mellifluous chirps of the bird, the melodious sound of the air and the quenching rhythm of the waves. See you in the release of glee, in the canopy of maroon and through the shade of color cherry. 

"Looking back at what I've done, the vast changes are noticeable that the only thing I could do about it is to reflect. Your past doesn't define you anymore. You are the latest version of yourself, not the best and the greatest one but always the one who's often present in the path of progression."