Dear My World,

I love many things but not many compare to my passion for poetry. Any type really  just makes me so happy. Anything can be poetry. People say that art imitates life. If that is true I'd say my poetry doesn't imitate my life but rather a mosaic of lives that I've come into contact with over the minimal years that I have lived. The way people live and love is weaved inbetween my words of beautiful pain. I enjoy reflecting upon my thoughts and the thoughts of others; Looking and watching people age. It brings me pain yet joy at the same time. Seeing someone evolve and grow to become the person they are while they still care about you enough to keep you in their lives. It pains me however with that reminder that life is forever temporary and there is no escaping death. I don't quite know why I'm sending you this but it may become a regular thing. If you are opposed so be it, but if not then please don't disregard my random ramblings.
Loves,

The One by which the world is placed upon