Reflections: Letter To Myself – On How It Feels To Publish My First Poetry Book

What you hold in your hands is your story, your truth. Do not be afraid of it – of the words you will speak, the thoughts you will construct, the blessings you will bring and carry.

What you hold in your hands is your memory, the bodies you’ve touched, the hands you’ve held, the lips you’ve kissed and the love you became and lost and constructed within your own spirit.

I hope you read the pages carefully, but tread wildly. I hope you never stop chasing, never stop dancing to the beat of your heart.
Book: Somewhere On A Highway