Sir_Anonymous

I was once a teen who found himself feeling cornered in life where just about nothing was going right and could never really speak my mind this only pushed more towards the construction of this artificial plight but eventually I found that figurative light where I found hope in the craft of writing originally only meant to vent my outcries...still do but now they all seem to rhyme.

[Two Years Later]

Indeed.. I still do write it helps me tick, function properly and without it at this point so far down the rabbit hole I followed, once just fooling around with it but now it's more of a habit I've picked I may as well cease to exist as there is no exit from this world of words I have found and nor would I wish it.