I am a student of poetry, I always will be.

When words flow...write them
When words stop... review them

Anxiety does not possess logic.

One might describe my life thus far as 'Stage 3'

I sincerely don't know what I'm doing.

I am as an unloved as my works are read.

Anxiety sufferers don't believe the world evolves around them, but devolves around them.

If I haven't sanitised in 20 mins, I feel unholy.

Sometimes the least likes are the most.

If you're struggling to fill your poetic meter, have a break.