As of the time of writing, the selection page for this section is currently unfinished. For now, this entry will serve as a placeholder until my previous written works have been made accessible.

 This digital journal will be the future home of my poetry, allegorical stories, and other short-form literature.
Until then, I shall leave you with these unrelated musings of mine.

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  Poetry and other short-form literature had now long been my substitute for the supposed fantastical stories and novels that once spilled from me, and I was starting to somewhat come to peace with it. Initially a way to both vent frustrations and cling to any literacy I had left, I was beginning to enjoy it as a general art form, much in the same way I did my previous works. The line between appreciation and disappointment, however, was still rather thin. With each word, I found myself swaying back and forth along it.

  “I am not here to play my own advocate, to write an alibi for my misdeeds. Nor can I admonish myself for mistakes, the embers of which have long since faded. The time of self-reprimand has come and gone, but reconciliation is a patient process.”

  I lift my hands from my keyboard. However, studying the lines, I still find my writing stiff and hollow—like a literary imitation of feelings that should be there yet remain absent. And perhaps that is simply a reflection of the one who penned it. Even the words seem to flow disjointed as the thoughts in my brain, as though they're still keeping cadence with the ghost of a panicked heart.

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