Rodney sits on his porch and reflects on his own isolation.

When Rodney unwillingly is forced into the spotlight, the world starts to crumble around him. A tale of isolation, anxiety and knowing when to let things go. Tears, chapter 1 comes out January 30th.

You keep asking me when you'll be enough, yet you already are. Warning: this is a pretty long poem.

I'm back baby, sort of.

The butterfly effect is a fickle thing.

I am following a trend, apparently.

A prelude poem to a story I'm writing. I'm sorry if it makes zero sense.

Is it over yet?

Oh, if only I could fly.

This one semi makes sense? Idk, sorry for the weird formatting.