You and I are the sensitive type. We feel too much or sometimes try to trick ourselves into not feeling anything at all. We are the hopeless romantics, the rare few who think before we speak, and a dying breed of introverts just trying to find a place in a world which can’t stop talking.
We believe people mean what they say and we find ourselves heartbroken when we learn that that is not always the case. But from heartbreak comes brilliance and for that, we revel in our dejection.
The poems in this book are a result of many sleepless nights in which I have felt possessed. By what?
I’m still trying to figure that out.
All I know is, the written word doesn’t have to make perfect sense; it just has to evoke the deepest of emotions that most people shy away from. You know what ones I’m talking about…the emotions that make you feel like a fish being gutted just after a day at sea. Those are the ones I’m after.
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