I was eighteen years old when I found my love for writing/arts. My thoughts are never forced. Inspiration guides me what to write or create. I could be anywhere when these thoughts and ideas come through. For instance, one of my poems was formed while I was relaxing in the bathtub. I could be down at the Fitzroy River, fishing, or I could be driving. All I know is that I need a pen and paper close by so I can make notes. Writing and arts are my escapism...
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Poetry