Unnamed 5
Some men
Are like the moon
Reflecting the brilliance
Of another's renaissance
Just luminous enough against the darkness
That you can see them perfectly
But never yourself.

The English language was the only instrument I was ever meant to play in this life. Stories and poems are a way of letting the air into rooms that have long been left unvisited. Whatever may have brought you here today, I hope the journey resonates with you.
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