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a portfolio exploring what it is to be human.

ABOUT
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why do

i write?

If someone were to ask me: “Why do you write?” I might respond with a question of my own.

“Why do you breathe?”

Said person would most definitely be offended if I were misinterpreted, if I were not careful with my tone. But my purpose would eventually cause them to think, what a strange thing to ask someone. Because it’s not a question as to why. It’s more a matter of you have to breathe. If you didn’t, you would die. So you breathe, at all times, likely without even thinking or being aware of doing so. That’s why I write. Because I have to. Because- at the risk of sounding completely overdramatic- if I didn’t I might die.

TREATMENTS

the final project: a glimpse

~To be hopelessly passionate~

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What is it to offer up your soul?

For a price, it’s costly

You pour seconds into crafting perfection

And with each passing tick of the clock,

A piece of you: gone.

Like Mom selling your toys in the yard without permission

I’ve sold my soul, and gotten nothing in return

Pawning for perfection, I’m penniless

Out of soul,

Out of seconds

CONTACT
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