I recently found old drawings/ wordings.

Writers can make up words- right? “wordings.”

Not quite graffiti and I always draw with words.

Words are my roots. They make my soul. Ever since I was nine years old, I wrote short stories, poetry and doodled. Wordled.

I photocopy and finish old wordings so there may be duplicates eventually. Maybe I’ll even make a coloring book- like the FUCK MY LIFE- coloring books to relax. You know?

There won’t be any other words on this page past THIS.