Growing up, I used to write all the time—poems, lyrics, thoughts—anything to record my feelings and get them out of my head. Then slowly, it stopped. I lost my muse.
Over time, I found muses sporadically. Usually, it was in nature or heartache.
This book is simply a collection of thoughts—of random muses gathered over time, from places I’m no longer in, and places I may have never truly left.
