Dear Stephanie,
How are you doing? I know you don't know me and...

Shhh...
The night is quiet...

a mountain
turns into...

Some say our Time on Earth is borrowed
I say it’s not...

To awake one day and be
a lightbulb in your head...

Oh sweet, delicious nectarine,
that from a tree, you fall to me...

A pen wobbles
at the edge of a wooden desk...

Oh well, ni modo.
Gather your tears and boil them with your anger...

Who am I but some matter
that matters not in the entire universe...

On the table I left a rose
And in each of its petals, notes...

Do you know why you love her poems so much?
Because just like you, she is a beginner...

They said, a piece of advice...
"Write with your heart&quot...