And your name won’t end up in lights or splatted across a big screen. But you may find pieces of yourself in the characters of a novel. You may be the muse of poetry or the recipient of a letter you’ll never receive.
I can’t promise to write warmly. I won’t sing your praises if I see none. I write with an honest hand aware my view is jaded, one sided and entirely bias. But this is my art.
Stick with me knowing self expression will always come first, even before your heart.