A long lost poet and dreamer…
When I was little, I would write in my diary every single day. Sometimes I would write poetry, sometimes songs, and sometimes my daily frustrations and joys flooded my diary pages. Either way, I was left feeling fulfilled…or empty. However you look at it my diary was a kaleidoscope I pieced together with words showing my world as I knew it. Vast, colorful, angry, and curious.
My captor is my keyboard.
My escape is my keyboard.
Cheers to my long lost self…it’s going to be fun getting re-acquainted