I don't give much credit to the people who inspired me.
They managed to affect me in a way that left me writing
pieces of them
They inflicted their ideals on my skin,
manifested memories in my mind,
and left footprints on my path.
The inflictions may have been painful,
the memories may be hard to forget,
and their footprints may have been bigger than my path
but they were aspects that made me write.
And for that, I send my love
and earnestly thank them
for the guidance and help they have given me.
They were the words written on paper.
And I think that’s one of the greatest things.