I am Only a Fighter, In the Form of a Writer.

This is the only thing I’ve ever really been good at; taking words and forming them into phrases, sentences, and paragraphs trying to explain why things happen the way they do. I can’t sing, I can’t draw, science is not my thing & mathematics even less, my courting is laughable, and I’m a fool to believe I am going to grow. But I can paint; I can paint portraits with my words and convey the complexities of an emotion with little scribbles on pieces of paper. And that to me is serenity.