It’s sometimes so much more than those three little words.

Understanding messages is an art of knowing the messenger and the message, and how it affects the reader.

Life.

Poem.

Ah, love, or the lack of it… You strike the very best of us. You render us helplessly poetic. You keep us awake, and if we do get to sleep, you haunt our dreams. You leave us searching for feelings we have yet to know exist…

A piece of writing with no title. Written by me in 7th grade(age 12)

Are you in need of pick-up lines? lol. Here’s a collection of sign-offs I used in a series of letters to a beloved.

My Art teacher told us to go off in our own world but only use lines….. My world.

A poem I wrote on my thoughts of blasting off to Jupiter! I’ll kill anyone who copies this……..

Lines are straight and slanting.