I‘ve decided to use this as a digital journal. A place to let my mind run wild with the thoughts and words that seem to accompany me everywhere I go. A place to simply - pour myself into. Write about it all..

Words I get to carry in my pocket with me.

And the best part..

No one will read this.

As if anybody would want to listen to what I have to say here.

Everyone’s too busy to notice someone who wears poetry.

I’ve seen it all here. We’re all a bunch of lost souls trying to fill up voids; Trying to be loved. Seeking to be noticed. Craving to be wanted and desired.

Perhaps.. I did too. At some point, I did too. How stupid of me..

I don’t know what I’m even looking for anymore. Or why I’m even looking in the first place. Maybe I’ll figure it out as I continue to write on here. Or maybe not.

I’ve begun learning a new language, Italian. However, I’m afraid that like most things, I’ll leave it unfinished.

The 50 unread books I currently have sitting patiently in my closet, waiting to be picked up and read, can testify to that.

Ma ci sto provando..

I always am.

Italian is a beautiful language, the language of love. Perhaps, that’s exactly why I’m trying so hard to learn it. As I wish to speak love into others..

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