I’ve always lived in bustling metropolises, but have been longing for rural life as long as I can remember.

If you’re gonna come along for the ride as I move forward and continue evolving, you deserve to see where I came from. Let’s leave the angst together.

I thought this was a poem about love. At least, that’s what I intended when I wrote it.

I still have one of those chairs. It isn’t as bad as it used to be.

Middle school didn’t treat me well and high school treated me worse and I felt as though nobody in the world could understand how alone I was. Talk about teenage drama.

The memory of each of his features gets blurrier and blurrier as time goes by.

I need you to know one thing: even when it feels like the end, even when it feels like you will never recover, you can do it.

I wrote this poem many years ago and originally released it as the third part of a series. When I came back to it today to upload it here I was shocked at just how far away this version of me feels now.