Often I find your embrace more comforting than solace, more soothing than solitude. Your hands make me feel secure, whole –like the pieces are drifting back into place. In your presence, I am humbled and reborn. Your lips feed me, your whispers quench the thirst of my soul. You mold me into a better man, and you give my life meaning.


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I am artist, analyst, author, poet, composer, musician to name a few aspects of myself. A bit of a jack of trades, I dabble into many fields that encourage the blossom of imagination and allow me to channel my creativity. I dream vividly and view the world through the lens of optimism and opportunity while acknowledging the ink and shadows.

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