Ask things.   Say things   Im the epilogue to a book you never fully understood. Slightly too caffeinated with an extra shot of espresso slithering up my spine. Deep admiration for good witticism and strong hatred for low self esteem. The feeling of oil paints on my fingers, and the smell of a dark room light a fire in my soul. I've raised clumsy to a life style and am no stranger to the word mistakes. Don't dwell in the past, im down to live fast. Swallow your pride with you're morning oatmeal and join me in a dance of self created happiness.


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