Where is the poet

What was that tattoo that I once thought I'd have? Nothing but poetry. The most important thing is to find poetry, to realize poetry.

Where is my own?

Mine is where sorrow lies, where quietness just starts to break, where a laugh ricochets a room, a face lit, eyes sparkled, in the beginning, and in the end, more about the end, right before the end, right after the end, long after the end, the end in foresight, the end in hindsight.

A lot about the end. The end defines the beginning. The end gives meaning to the beginning.

In essence, my poetry is probably steeped in melancholy.

And that's alright.