My little desk top stares at me,
Glaring with it’s dare,
I dare it claims in quiet respite,
Show

I am from the cracks and crumbles
in the concrete under the streetlights.
Born of the misgivings

I am the Epitome…

I am he that was created when the void from an absence
was filled by a desire.

In a moment in which only confusion seems to exist,
The reality in which I dream begins to

My first ever poetic duet. I hope you all enjoy it.

They say you should never wear your heart on your sleeves
And I realize that’s because it’s so much

Creativity
Does not
Exist
In a
Vacuum.
It is nourished
By life
Connection
And