An introduction


sitting on a worn old couch

painted in a soft blue hue

sipping on a warm green tea,

I read an old favorite.


that is how you’ll find me

on most nights.

(I prefer a story’s company

over the loud chaos of people.)


I read more than I write;

not classics, nor romantics.

(I read authors like me,

who write about us.)


maybe tomorrow, or sometime soon,

I’ll add my own tune.

(for our stories are countless,

and deserve to be told.)




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