Recently, I discovered a writer named Lang Leav, who released a composition of poetry and prose in Love & Misadventure. I ordered her book but haven't received it yet. I came across this one on Tumblr:
I don't think all writers are sad, she said.
I think it's the other way around—
all sad people write.
— Lang Leav
This is just so that people don't think these recent writings define me. I carry a lot else with me, sometimes that which doesn't even belong to me. Being an empath, I carry other people's experiences. The mind is a vast place full of extraordinary magic and adventures. And, yes, I tend to write about the deepest hurts, not necessarily my own. My new work, once I get into a stable rhythm and routine, will cover other topics. Of course, there will always be writings of mine that I'll keep private. Follow me for updates!
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