In a crowd, drowning out the slightest sound. I've become a bitter, resentful mound. Maturing flesh marinating in a perturbent mess. Enclosed by customs seen, but not yet met. My heart resides yet does not rise.
Basic writing elements intertwine and combine to become something new, something extraordinary. When I write I feel part of myself ripped away and changed. I write to inspire, not only others, but to inspire myself. I write to make the ordinary extraordinary. I write because I love pancakes and cowboys.
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