Snippets of SnapDragon

Sometimes I feel so low I think I might sink into dust.

The different wavelengths; the certitude; the poison on the brain.

So I open a book, grab a pencil, feel the rings on my fingers.

This is it.

Wounds will fade.

You have a story to tell.

Make it beautiful, Snap.

. . .

SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and dreamer of dreams.

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