Where to Begin? 

This is an exploration for me, the Author. It is a test of incentive and creativity, of honesty and trust in the art. It is a place to say things unsaid, and set troubles free.

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I tell stories, as all artists strive to do. Often the form is irrelevant. It can be singing, writing, sculpting, ink and paper. Creation is our calling, our element, it lifts our souls, regardless of all other effects.

One of my many arts is poetry. Words are meant to be heard, I am told, and I have had a lot of trouble allowing room for words in my life. This is as much a test as an outlet, and I am curious to see what becomes of this. You, the Reader, are always welcome on this journey.
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The test is complete. I am yet to decide what will become of this page, so enjoy it while it stays.

I am counting the stars as we speak.

I have begun to consider them my friends, the stars. I can only consider them from afar, and they keep me humble I think, keep me charmed with the smaller wonders of life. We are made of all the same things too, stardust and chaos, action and reaction.

I expect if the stars could speak to us, they would want to tell their own stories, to pass their wisdoms along. I am counting them now, to each their own meaning, and sometimes they whisper back in dreams.

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I hope they appreciate my company.